Spring Death
You left me in Spring When air turned grey and all the flowers Died… Spring has become a time of mourning for me Not the rebirth and renewal which should be happening I barely survive… each Spring Becoming worse than before My life… Grey… Desolate… Dust… Yet… Life goes on © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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