by Angela Kempe


One warm day vanishes

And a storm brews in the night

Spilling cold rain on all the flowers

Wilting, freezing, rotting at the root


The flower of youth is gone

She sits staring out the window

Memories of her life fading

She is vanishing, wrinkled, alone


Where did the days go?

Those once lived free and vivid

Like the colors of a rainbow

An apparition in the storm


Everything significant is lost

It all loses value in time

And the flower that bloomed on the east side of the hill

Where the river rushes by the quiet meadow

Is invisible


Author: angelakempe

A songwriter, musician, and writer

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