A flower, after being picked,
strains out its fragrant beauty
even as it dies
And so, we,
cut off from the ground of our being,
thrust into temporary life,
must similarly refute the proud claims
of death
by creating beauty
to throw against its face
as we pass
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Author:
jeffburton1 (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2024 17:46
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Comments2
A lovely message and great metaphor so well done
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Good write J.
Thanks you
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