Petals – Thirty Poems in Thirty Days # 27

I’m doing a month of poetry, one new poem each day for thirty days. Here’s number twenty seven of thirty.

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The ancient dust settles
In chambers creaking
Weary with the fatigue
Of vibrant lives and
Withered dreams

Like those dreams
The flower sits
Perched quietly near the sill
Through which a pale beam flicks
The fading flame of love
That burned so violently
Once in these halls

They fall
One after another
As father time calls the end
Of their time together

She holds his hand
It quivers unable to withstand
The effort now required
To draw breath
He is just too tired

As she accepts the end of it all
She turns toward the flower
To see its last petal fall


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