The weight of beauty

drooping low, dropping childhood

into eager palms

falling petals


Raindrops of time

small explosions, quiet accumulation

incapable of maintenance

or preservation


Born again,

functional, complete,

afloat on the surface

of recollection,


the seeds of beauty reborn.

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