When all roses lush
and smiles that pain your cheeks
begin wilting dead,
I'll apply my steps forward
to find your sunlight again
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Standalone Poetry
PoetryBecause sometimes I feel like it. They'll probably always conform to a format because I'm not great with free verse, so I strongly encourage looking up the rules of any forms you see here and don't understand.
Tanka III
When all roses lush
and smiles that pain your cheeks
begin wilting dead,
I'll apply my steps forward
to find your sunlight again