Oh spirit of this darkened hour
The flowers have passed away
Too often gardens are growing under showers
Then so washed away
Life bequeaths a sum of endless flowers
For now, there is no blame
An empty feeling, another morrow
Be it as it may
Each gave promise for a lovely color
Bitter weeds have grown in place
And still the wish within desire
Is calling out a name
Oh dear flower, how longing remains
A wish with every prayer
Flowers sweet, once so many
One so very rare
Silence betrayed so much unspoken
Enchanting simple flower
Freely loved, then loved no more
Away the tender hour
(04/27/2024)
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