springmelt

March 20, 2018 ~ nomisyar

smothered in winter’s bosom
one thrives in the cool perfection
till
one day,
freed from
her crystal beauty
there in the mud
is a heart
bruised
and torn,
but….

beating.

still beating.

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I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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