Image by Claudia Peters from Pixabay
before the first bud
emerging from the cold ground
spring depression creeps
foolish butterfly flitting
in the garden of the damned
~nobody~
notes from a damned soul
I could not be more rubbish if I tried. I missed this prompt too. Again, not like anyone would miss me, so I don't know why I should care.
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