The End

All good things
Fragile from the beginning
Flourish, but eventually wither
Ticking down
A beautiful thing at its finish
Still glowing with life in its dimming
Ashes to ashes
Newness found in its dust
Something dewy from that finale
A breath exhaled
A breath inhaled
And time still rambles on


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