Jonathan Bellmann


Usher not in warmth, the days forthcoming
Nor offer in repose the sounds of distant drumming.

Leave to time its aging rhyme as it takes each fading breath;
Scarlet on gold of vibrancy fleeting defying the touch of death.

As cherished garments resplendent be the flowers and the trees
Sojourn the journey lay the leaves drawn to the earth like these.

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