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CYCLES
Born in the Spring in the warmth of sunlight,
a crimson leaf now topples from a tree
in the frosty breeze of an Autumn day.
It will wither and decompose to dust.
The parallel to human existence coincidental.
A body born from the warmth of the womb
will mature to a useless state,
become shriveled and worn with decaying mind.
Reverting to the earth from which it came.
This is a poem,not a bunch of garbage. Keep up the good workAdd to commentary
---RJ
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I'll second that.
...BR
DEATH OF A BUD
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As I sit here in this darkened room oblivious of life,
my thoughts wander back across this perilous day.
The anguish I can’t forget, for it cuts like a knife.
The useless loss of this innocent fragile small soul.
I cry softly as my little one sleeps the eternal sleep,
precious shrouds are worthless to my crying eyes.
A fallen angel too soon plucked from this earth,
to return to GOD in his heaven in the blue sky.
A small soul to be guided by the stars in the night.
Across the milky-way and greeted by the morning sun.
I am left cold inside, as this little soul takes flight,
and I think of sweet moments once shared, now bleak.
Memories will have to replace the joys I have known.
This young bright flower too soon from bud to death.
Thank GOD for the short time that we could share.
This was a life drawn and spent in a sweet breath.
---RJ
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Is this the same RJ I've known for so long? This is a heartbreaking poem. But every life has its reason for being. Some life forms hatch breed and die in one day and, yet, they fulfill their purpose. I try to keep that in mind, when a young person dies..They fulfilled a purpose.
...BR
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yes it is me, this is just a made up poem.But I did loose my wife of 45 years on October good to hear from you ...BR