flower petals drift in the wind
rain lazily washes down
the sun peeks through the morning clouds
mist scatters the evershroud of time
a door opens, letting dark peek in
shall we banish it? the mist asks
the petals reach out, an odd gesture
for in this absence, the shroud returns
what to do, what to do
the mystery of life lives on
3 years ago
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