Not All Is Lost
Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate,
creatures plunder
fallen treasures.
Under the garden chair,
a pair
of summer shoes lie -
abandoned?
Not all roses die
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still,
waiting to be found.
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