A Poem on the Website ofthe Red Dirt Writers Society
Withered Dreams by Betsy Randolph (Mar 2011)
Withered art the dreamsOnce vivid in her mindWashed away by griefPlanted there by time Behold what once beautyNow lies a putrid stateDefiled, a lovely ladySlow death now her fate Place the flower on the groundAnd close her hazel eyesKiss once more the lips so redThat could you, mystify
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