Below rugged earth by Fairy Hill,
my roots are entangled in bones
relieved of soft flesh
that once glowed red upon cheeks
ripened by an autumn heart
beating slightly out of time.
And now, with every visit,
decades of fallen leaves
are trampled down in rusted hues.
Inking Prose & Poetry 
A poignant way of describing death and expressing the passage of time…
Keep the metaphors coming 💟
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Thank you, so kind of you to comment.
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