Do they sit and sag?
Do they bleed out all the blood dreamed to live?
Do they turn sour; ferment perhaps decadent
Do they blossom or wither into fragment of what they once were.
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I wrote a rhetorical short poem, a first 😊
poetry, quotes, rants and articles
Do they sit and sag?
Do they bleed out all the blood dreamed to live?
Do they turn sour; ferment perhaps decadent
Do they blossom or wither into fragment of what they once were.
.
.
.
.
.
I wrote a rhetorical short poem, a first 😊