The Innocent

The Innocent

A Poem by Inda

The Innocent

 

Shadows

swallowed

whole,

he stole

it all;

 Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.

Plants stumble

as the ground crumbles,

the children gathered around

my feet.

The apple’s rotten,

time has forgotten

the innocent scent of the rose; so sweet.

© 2013 Inda


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Added on February 2, 2013
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Inda
Inda

miami, FL



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I love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..