void of time

the petal will fall

and glisten like a gorgeous summer goddess

in the garden of eternity

crying out for death

as she whispers

“I am a woman”

the crushed dreams of a girl

soar within a vision of beauty

beneath the gown of mist

like a delicate symphony

underneath my bare feet


2 thoughts on “

  1. Hopefully you will understand this comment. I don’t know how I feel about this poem, I am just lost.

  2. it came about by walking around in my mother’s garden in the early morning on a day when there was a foggy mist rolling around the ground and I noticed the rose pedals that had fallen…and thought how crappy it must be for the pedals to not be able to be a part of a fully bloomed rose….never see your vision come to fruition.

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