Author: tolerate PM
And left.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 70 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2930737
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There was a time when
spring sang to me-
with its withering little petals
on her tiny little forehead.
It wasn't much of a beautiful sight,
"I'm going to leave now,
because if the old one stays,
the new wouldn't come here."
Her swollen eyes and tear-smitten cheeks
with those pale lips deprived of liquid-
I didn't know reason for the first time.