XXVII

Posted on March 22, 2016 by alan1704

For every fallen petal

cries in the forest breeze

where guilt  drifts away

in a dream of buried love

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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