Dead Petals


I'll never let you go
In the secrets in the snow
The violet light the cold
The dim glow growing old

I'll wait until the day
Sleep soundly on the fray
The butterflies and ghosts
That remind of you the most

An essense lost so soon
But looking at the moon
I know I will remember
The hazy day september

Forever it will be
A trinket just for me
A secret wrapped in soft
Dead petals in the croft

2 comments:

  1. This is a really beautiful poem. I can imagine it being turned into a song.

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