-
Dead, pale colored.
Lying on the ground.
Stiff, yet fragile to the touch.
Cold.
The edges crusted over.
Like a sugary sweet.
Frosted lightly, only, in the center.
Frozen.
Moving only when the wind blows.
Being pushed, pulled, and crushed.
Within time, contributing to life again.
Circling.
Nothing more than what it is.
Nothing less, beauty.
A former form of life.
A leaf.
- by Poetic_Indulgence |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/27/2008 |
- Skip
- Title: What could this be?
- Artist: Poetic_Indulgence
-
Description:
Let your imagination take over, let your mind ponder upon what is being said. Think, to yourself, why I wrote this. Then smile.
A poem written as tribute to the fall. - Date: 11/27/2008
- Tags: could
- Report Post
- Reference Image:
Comments (1 Comments)
- Tits of GTF0 - 11/27/2008
- -pops commenst cherry- Ha. I was 1st. ^_^ and it was a lovely poem.
- Report As Spam