How beautiful my petals where,
With Sparks of a glittering star
Shaded in the artistic structure of a graphic designer
Not until death stuck me with it powerful Sting.
Becoming the dark of Hades,and the reds of poison,
What is my sins?
Why was I slain?
Why hath my beauty been taken
and given the blackness of deep emptiness...
Tolathapoet ©
(Written July 13th,2019)
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