a poets tale it is,
a poets tale,
where words fail
to describe its scenery,
curtains open,
curtains close,
the storyline unfolds
just like a rose
and declines afterwards,
the cycle of life,
woven in,
the fleeting nature
of beauty,
the bittersweetness
of each passing moment,
resentment I feel,
resilience I see,
resilience I find
among growth
and decline,
the circle of life.
©KF
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