2/27/2025 for As The Last Petal Falls Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Jama
How I remember our days of vibrant youth. We coordinated as a team, as together, we unfolded our dream of beauty, love, and truth. Now, when a comrade's, gone, these visions, it recalls, and we reminisce, softening the blow - but who will remember me, I would like to know - when the last petal falls.
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