Wildflowers

Wildflowers,
wilted in the autumn cold
turning quickly to winter.
A bright bloom,
turns brown and brittle
and rots away to nothing.
Scents,
and colors and life,
fade away.
Blossoms
in spring will come
here on your grave
but
you will not.
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