Whither

A Powers
Broad leaves, plastic-looking, whither in the shade.
Am I the same, growing fallow in the shelter I have made?
I know the Moon is high above, though it's daytime and She hides.
Does She know that I am loving Her, my heart locked up inside?

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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