When I’m gone…when my time is done..
Let me rest my weary head.
In the softest of flowers,
Upon a petal bed.
When the blooms wither,
When the colours turn to lead…
We’ll both return in the spring.
Neither of us…is dead.
Tags: age, colours, death, flowers, life, photography, poetry, sleep, verse
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Thank you..yes, there are poignant moments in life.
We all have🙂 Good Wishes.
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