Cry
She dies!
I cry!
Seasons change
plants die
winter fades
spring arrives
jasmine
and blossoms
everywhere
new life for all
but not for her
so come spring
I cry
yet with time
carpe diem
I seize the day
and more and more
loving friends
buoy me up
so generously
that I cry
I cry!
Copyright © Keith Beavon | Year Posted 2016
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