I tire of this word
Snow white rose rage it sparks
My blushing petals combat to last forever
Afterlife shines through their tips
Morning dew to sunrise tears
Give my life meaning
Reduce me to memory
Reduce me to the potent essence
Of whom I am
My aggravated quill is a
Little too old to hold onto ink much longer
I pass into legend.
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Inspired by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt: unknown in 65 words.
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