Ephemeral
The glow of the dying sun
Colors the city pale orange.
Only a moment the scene lasts;
Turning to memory so foreign.
The orange glow cress tulips,
Lending them a vivid hue.
Only a season tulips will last;
Wilting until their next debut.
The glow that fills the hearts
Of lovers in embrace;
“Forever” they say it will last,
Until lovers knot unlace.
Why must beautiful things
Fade away and die?
Leaving taunting memories
Which will fade in time?
Copyright © Te Ue | Year Posted 2017
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