XXIII

My soul is blooming,

flourishing into transformation,

but as I age

I will not wilt,

when I pass

I will not fade,

nor will I combust,

I will remain

the crisp image

of a bloomed rose

perfectly intact

within the minds of those

whose lives I’ve touched

but my presence

will simply disappear

 

-POE(MS)

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