Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Tresses no longer vivid,
First blush faded,
We weep for the end,
Recall the beginning.

All things pass,
Glory for a moment,
When first lifted to the light,
Splash of color.

Flower comes and goes,
Recall my own shade,
What did I in the moment,
For the present?

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