A Season
"...and all this is done- to forget,"
she said as you watched; and she wept.
The haze of these days, lately, and my words
are never quite adequate, enough.
Then,
I look at a flower- this one even.
Only growing for a season.
Oh how wonderful a season truly is,
for when it comes; it teaches.
Thankfully still,
it always leaves.
- Elena McCoy
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