Glide of a Flower
A flower in the sun
becomes visible at dawn,
but, then along comes night
and it disappears from sight.
It’s stem, along with leaves
gliding easy in the breeze,
makes me wonder how it feels
when gazing up at trees.
Entranced by this swaying dame
behind a midnight's glow,
reflections of my fading cheer
a stream of memories flow.
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