A rose wilts,
As an hour glass time slowly slips away,
Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,
A tear drops, as a pool of rain follows…
Like a moment lost…
Even though they flood back through the images replaced in your head,
A golden sun hangs beyond the dark translucent clouds,
A deluge of tears fall and disappear,
As though no emotion can show,
Determine to escape emotional turbulence,
Poise ambushed by light of integrity…
A rose wilts,
As an hour glass time slowly slips away,
Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,
Only this time the petals have dried up,
Like the face that once was smiling,
Now faded away,
Like the essence of reality…
Like the moment you open your eyes those memories created, exit….
Living too much in the past, brings happiness like that of a blooming flower which has caught enough sunlight to be a life, a soul and a feeling,
Each friend is like a petal their slowly floating away,
I am the stem with less than a little water left….
As this rose wilts…..
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