I wrote this when I was in the eighth grade
after learning how fast life can change.
One cold wind
By Mary K. Mennenga
Love is as delicate as a flower
In the fall
One cold wind
Could destroy it all
Unless
The same seed
Has taken root
In two different heart's
It will always
Be there
6 comments:
Hard lessons learned early. It's a lovely poem though.
Yes learned many too young! Thanks.
Talented is what I see....yes the cold wind is tough to take (life is fragile)
That's so nice of you to say! Yet we persevere, and in many cases dare I say some even thrive!
You sure were insightful at that age.
Have Myelin
Learning what love isn't was the key. Thanks and have great day;-)
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