Saturday with the Muse

trees are made for the
wildest of winds
it is when they
forget, that they snap

i want to be
like a rose losing
my petals…a life
fully lived, tiny
deaths crushing me
in sweetness

i am charmed
by gentle moments…
little things

remembering when
lying was not a daily thing
i can’t…that’s no lie


Magnetic Poetry Online

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