The End

Seeing a flower
Makes me wonder
Why such beauty
Has to naturally end
From bud to bloom
To an inevitable gloom

Perhaps it is
To make us
Appreciate it more

Perhaps it is
To give life
To some things new

Perhaps the end
Is just an illusion
There never is one
As our lives just continue
as many different ones


-Aswath

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