And when it is all over—
the magic of blooming moments
the flowering of budding dreams
the smell of sweet love in spring time
and the burst of immense passion—
all will vanish into thin crisp air
that once blew life into the tender trunk
now rotting into the ground
and all that was
will disappear
as if it never existed
and so it is with life
for all that sprouts must wither
in a world of dust to dust.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 20, 2020 | OC, California
The Lonely Rose |Kira Fulks

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