08/09/2020
existence is poignant; bittersweet.
but within its transience, beauty lies.
the kind that mocks sorrowful ends
with its ethereal and incomparable demise.
delicate and inherently fleeting,
flowers bloom wildly in delicate displays
of joyful hues in gentle passing;
a stunning, albeit melancholic fate.
so appreciate every fleeing moment,
and all coming and passing days.
for the beauty you experience within them
is rare and will never be the same.
throughout every falling blossoms,
and all the changes of the moon,
in the passing of the seasons,
and even the flow of monsoons
nothing’s certain and all will pass
as life reshapes through constant changes.
but new beauty, perhaps of a different kind,
will arrive as you go through all its phases.
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Sparkles and Poetry 