Poetry Street: A Fragile Flower | Poem by Ellie Rayne

The Stranger's Wall


A Fragile Flower

Her delicate touch is mesmerizing,
Of sweet adour and flourishing scented candles,
Her eyes spoke of withered trees and a mellow riverbend.

She walked into the forest with slow paces,
Thinking of how long will her body last,
Dreaming of Autumn never ends,
She loves the scent of withered leaves.

Fragile as a baby,
Her thoughts running wild,
Feeling unwanted yet she feels light,
For nothing will disturb her tanquility..

She just needs her man to be by her side,
The man she loves is forever withered,
A replacement is never the same.

Ellie Rayne

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