I know…
Still, be that as it may,
I’ll bloom my heart out
come sweet May,
then petal-light
I’ll fall and flow
where all spent hours
and flowers go…
Yet till the end
my fate I’ll tease
while days of May
will past me breeze.
© 2016 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
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