Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

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 Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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