SoulReserve

Bygone

you wither
to a wisp
forgotten,
petals coming undone
one by one…
your season
of bloom
l  o  n  g
gone,
carried away
on the wings of a butterfly 
that now perches
on another flower,
not too far.

© SoulReserve 2016

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