Walter C. Edwards

Withering Vine - Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Withering vine of life,
sleep now,
fold your leaves,
and rest,
your season soon,
will pass,
but do enjoy the sun,
one more time,
before the darkness,
has come at last.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014

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