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Our Flower

Our Flower

In this light

Our flower is temporal.

From seed, planted in wet earth,

Potential to unfold.

To bud, infant life

Innocent to Time’s story.

To bloom, the perfect burst of

Its dance of life in Sun, our

Beauty in its own rays

Forgotten in decay, for

Time in this light is but

An arrow to ash.

From ash to new light,

The mystery, where

Our flower is always in burst,

Blazing the finest,

Indescribable spectrum,

Our essence in timeless bliss.

 

 

Copyright© 2017/12/12 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

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