Poetry

White Iris

Shards of my heart dissipate into dust and blow away on the wind

Who will pierce this hard exterior, perfectly sculpted stone, carved by charms and lies?

A beautifully posed work of art, unmoving, loneliness captured

The white iris longing to be held

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