Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Petals are soft on the touch
stroking on it's light feathers
wilting of the age
blooming to the sun
falling gently to the ground
Blossoming through the soil
the stem still standing
Leaves holding the need of water
Rain falls
Sun shine
petals fly in the air
leaves breeze against the wind
holding to the knitted web
Brightness shine as fire
growing beautiful
Night comes
petals release the perfume
Day of hot
Night of cold
passing through it's own life time

Originally written in 1999

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