I sit anxiously and wonder
Will I soon too go the way of summer and the wildflowers
Broken and spent all beauty and hope long lost
Crushed beneath life’s uncaring feet
Who will remember my beauty
when I have faded into the great blackness
I clutch the wildflowers in unsteady hands
and take their beauty into my soul
I too feel beaten
unable to stand myself back up
Ravaged by death’s harsh winters winds
I too will slumber beneath the snow
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