when something is missing
like a butterfly
beyond the reach of a child
time flits away you
were there then you weren't
now there is an emptiness
and a memory
~
like the petal of a daisy
she loves me she loves me not
picked and cast off a memory
adrift on a breeze
awakened by a scent
confirmed by a shortness of breath
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Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2021-03-30 at 05:27
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