Here's somthing I did. I like it. I hope you do too. This poem follows a stressful few days.
Beauty like the petal rare
draws me into stillness there.
Heart turns, the image fades
I reminisce of younger days.
Memories sharpen as we dream,
fallacious pride-its feathers preen.
Fortutious journeys may hold treasure
we chose this present pleasure.
Many stories have been incomplete
Longing for an ending sweet.
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