absence is the only option

It lives among rustling of trees
letting space between leaves
leave but a void

non-existence of sound tells a tale
of every flaw scratched on petals
silently they fall
like dusk kissing the ground

so silent the heart wonders
if it’s still there.

~~~

© annie scribes 2018
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