b's blog: "THE LOSS OF A FRIEND"

Fallen leaves slain by the wind

Swirl and whirl whistling to the sky

Dropping one by one each petal that -

was once moistured and adored -

Now withered and dreary its juices all gone.

Where are now the butterfly that cherish me?

I cannot beg to stay,drifted and gone -

i am powerless to make them remain!

Now slowly and silently i weep as i fall

And lay in the ground

I dont know where to go.................

          Annette.