Monday, May 27, 2013

Definition poem

What am I?

Color is my identity
 beauty is my signature

There to stand guard
while you lie at peace never to be disturbed    

Danger masked with beauty
I live in dread of approaching winter

Glowing in the sun as I greet dawn
with my last moments I begin to crumble

Until there is nothing left but a twig of loneliness and despair
what am I?
                                                                                                                                         

1 comment:

  1. I really can't figure this one out ! Your poem really is great, and very tricky

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