It’s a sly decline.
Renting smiles,
whilst secretly dropping
my blossoms.
Trying to deny
the bellow inside
like a child,
locked in a closet.
What fate am I weaving?
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 324. Words: bellow, weave, smile, deny, child, fate, closet, blossom, sly, rent, drop, decline
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