Withering sorrows of heart: Poem
1 min readMay 28, 2023
sometimes , i envy the withering flowers
as they wither away every autumn
away from their grief and sorrows
perhaps it is death
my only escape from my scars
my grief and sorrows have become a part of me engraved
to wither away is my only escape .
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