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Memento Mori
May 25, 2016
When flowers die,
It becomes sad,
You see them shrivel and dry,
They fall apart,
And your reminded,
Nothing is forever,
But they come back,
Recreated,reincarnated
Like souls do,
Like my Poppy came back,
As a beautiful red cardinal,
He flies through the gardens,
And looks down upon the shriveled flowers,
And thinks...
"Ah the circle of life."
© Christine W., Davis, CA
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In loving memory of my Poppy.