Love
Like a flower
Blooms
And then
By degrees
There is
The falling off-
The Petals
Scatter,
The stem
Bows.
There is
A
Wilting
Not
Unexpected,
Until
All crumbles
To
Dry
Dust
Carried
By the wind
Away.
I try
Never
To grow
Again
That glory
In my mind:
For even
Memories
Fade.
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