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petals on the ground,
fragile memories
in a moonlit reverie,
caught between
the moments,
glowing into hours,
events and seasons
marked by that
which is not ours.

time spills all
blossom into wind,
wraps the air around
each tender essence
and bids godspeed
to each spiral journey.

petals are the edge
of beauty and insanity,
the grandest letting go,
wild colour and abandon
to creationďż˝s source
flying on the breath
that carries them away.

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*image: lee bogle