The Garden of Ephemeral Blooms

By Saywisely

1 min read Aug 11, 2024
Here, in this secret, sunlit place,
Time runs a swift and fleeting race.
A bud unfolds, a color bright,
And fills the air with pure delight.

But hold your breath, and watch it fade,
A memory, so quickly made.
This garden teaches, soft and low,
The painful art of letting go.

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