All That Rises Must Fall
Her spring returns to me, in death,
I shed a tear, alone,
for the weeping blossoms,
in the knowledge a moon will rise again,
before the rhythm of her breath,
turns out to be my own.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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