poem 197/365:2014

every coveted flower wilts

and so will the expectation—

sew the seed of appointment

by autumn disappointment springs

 

pride makes the heart

a heavy stone—in love

and the hand that holds

it is soon tired.

 

enjoy the flower for the moment

and it will be—

love always

 

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