Wilting buds upon drooping branches
slowly swaying in the afternoon wind..
Petals torn from their buds...
slowly falling to the ground
so below my palms
Coating the vivid grass
with a blanket
not unlike that of
a light winter dusting
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Wilting buds upon drooping branches slowly swaying in the afternoon wind..
Petals torn from their buds... slowly falling to the ground so below my palms
Coating the vivid grass with a blanket not unlike that of a light winter dusting Author notesPrompt: In a listA contest entry
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