After The Flower Has Bloomed

after the flower has bloomed
it has no option left
but to proceed to the next
inevitable step
of wilting and falling and
drying and crumpling

it will
just be another dried seed
again
falling to a fertile ground
of illusions

without your hands, it shall
soon grow
to become another flower
again
soon, soon
spring.

even without your hands
even without your hands.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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