The CroneA Poem by VJWilda short poem about death
I saw you
For the first time in months You were the color of death Gray, ashen Your hair a long tangled mess Cobwebs and dust Darkness and defeat I knew the time was coming And so did you Yet we did nothing about it That day finally came, September Blue, sunny and warm Just like you used to be
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StatsAuthorVJWildPAAboutI am just a new-ish writer looking for my path. I like to write quirky short stories, the occasional poem, erotica, and blog posts about life. I’m currently working on a novel or a series of nov.. more..Writing
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