The wilting mum sit on my porch…sad that the season for bloom is over. Snow glazes over the sad petals as we contemplate when to discard their sad state. Coldness overcomes as as we wilt into our warm jackets.
There was a gentle wilt to the flowers in the room. Just a suggestion that the prime of their beauty had come to an end. I took a moment to acknowledge the sacrifice a flower makes-a quiet philosophy- before I strode to the bookshelf.
He expected that Surisaeng would praise him for helping to keep the restaurant going while Daeng was in the hospital. But instead, she complained about how he was changing the arrangement of the seating and the menu. His initial enthusiasm started to wilt every time he saw her open the door and look around with a frown on her face.
she was wilting, just like the trees around her. the flower at her side was drooping, its petals shriveling. the trees shivered, leaves shaking and floating to the ground in the breeze, the chill of autumn piercing the air. it was that time again, to fall apart for the winter.
We picked apples in funeral garb. Late September. Volleyball season. I didn’t know him but we attended anyway, the way all acquaintances tend to at the end of each other’s lives.
We picked apples in funeral garb. Late September. Volleyball season. I didn’t know him but we attended anyway, the way acquaintances do at the end of each other’s lives.
The wilting mum sit on my porch…sad that the season for bloom is over. Snow glazes over the sad petals as we contemplate when to discard their sad state. Coldness overcomes as as we wilt into our warm jackets.
There was a gentle wilt to the flowers in the room. Just a suggestion that the prime of their beauty had come to an end. I took a moment to acknowledge the sacrifice a flower makes-a quiet philosophy- before I strode to the bookshelf.
He expected that Surisaeng would praise him for helping to keep the restaurant going while Daeng was in the hospital. But instead, she complained about how he was changing the arrangement of the seating and the menu. His initial enthusiasm started to wilt every time he saw her open the door and look around with a frown on her face.
she was wilting, just like the trees around her. the flower at her side was drooping, its petals shriveling. the trees shivered, leaves shaking and floating to the ground in the breeze, the chill of autumn piercing the air. it was that time again, to fall apart for the winter.
We picked apples in funeral garb. Late September. Volleyball season. I didn’t know him but we attended anyway, the way all acquaintances tend to at the end of each other’s lives.
We picked apples in funeral garb. Late September. Volleyball season. I didn’t know him but we attended anyway, the way acquaintances do at the end of each other’s lives.
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YOU WILT AFTER THAT