April 25th, 2022

by Star   May 7, 2022

the blush slowly
fades off your face,
the lines around
your eyes
are more defined

you fail to identify
the taste of the poison
within the seeds
you loved gardening

it was the language
you used to communicate
with nature;

you composed hushed voices,
cultivated shades of green

the universe is quiet

so the earth will unravel
the chapter after you

** This poem is posted late, April was so busy for me, and I failed to complete NaPoWriMo this year I wasn't planning to do it all anyways but I really wanted to.


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