Dandelion florets thriving
Through cracked pavements
From a distance,
Scattering, recreating
Yet, never the same,
Ephemeral.
Our soul in specks
Either lives or dies
Inside us, (through) others,
Within thoughts, inflections, intervals;
But when we remember
Living, seeing them
Our moments, memories together,
Those times and places
Before, in between, after,
We become immortals
As those flowers-
For once,
Immortals.
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Autumn Shades
PoetryAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
