Life in White Rooms
the daisies mock me
breathing, blooming, blushing pink.
Here, my heart wilts, rots.
breathing, blooming, blushing pink.
Here, my heart wilts, rots.
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My entry for this month's poem contest. Maybe a bit less about nature than the others. It slightly is, but I suppose it crosses over into human nature, as well.