Grass Withers, Flowers Fade
I beheld one day a simple flower,
Near my hand.
It brushed my fingertips with soft petals,
Sculpted from delicate wax.
I could've reached down and snatched it up.
Just like that, easily
For my hair, or bouquet, but,
Instead,
My heart whispered peace
And I knelt into the stillness of the encapsuling breeze
Smelling summer in the air,
Feeling freedom upon my face,
Leaving it's beauty to memory
As I turn away, renewed.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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