Lush spring greenery, leaf upon leaf
Budding to become.
Dancing and encircling;
Velvet skin. Petal by petal, almost.
Now’s the only time. Your only chance
The moment of perfection is also the last;
One breath, one blink, one heartbeat.
Colours drain, life droops
Chances fold and memories wilt.
Brittle stigma and fragile bones.
Faces fade in silent showers
Weathered and worn
Tired and torn
Float. Fall. Finish
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