Withering NONET4

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“Withering NONET”

This day, I’m a shattered flower vase,
longing for the sun’s healing touch,
caught within the coldest shade,
beneath a darkened haze,
winds tear at my skin,
against my flesh,
yet like a,
dirge, I
rise.

Reviews

[Marie]

Wow! Adore the layout of this wonderfully descriptive and captivating poem. Excellent use of metaphor and depiction. A super poetic gem! Thank you for sharing, dear Tumi...

[Arundass TP]

Excellent imagination. Plants grow in nature freely than in pots