Winsome Chance Huitain
In a meadow of death a rose,
our remains shed skin quietly;
Thorns fall out as we decompose,
A bit of you and some of me;
Feeding the soil triumphantly,
reviving a bloom of romance;
Caught the kiss of a honeybee,
fertilizing spring’s winsome chance.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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