The Cycle...

the flowers of my youth
have all wilted

but i am ready for the dryness of
these seeds

hoping for the next
sowing season for soon

i will be back again
with all the flowers of my youth

expecting to see you again
my only sun

and soon to die again
for another sad moment

under the warmth of your
hands.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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