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Sonnet: Seasons of grief

Unwanted, unwelcome, the shadows seep Across ice that keeps me frozen in time. A small pink rose destroyed by frost, I weep, Snatched from my grasp, I have lost what is mine. The cold winds blow like the spread of venom. Surrounded by leaves, letting go, falling Rotten to the floor, colours faded, numb From… Continue reading Sonnet: Seasons of grief