Passage Of Time
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Grass remains lush
forest green
if properly watered
and fed
without fades turns
brown
petals drop from
a flower
slips softly to the
ground
breezes catch a leaf
whirling around
casting it away
Tree limbs dry up
breaks off, falls
away
He stopped to weep
teared in
harmony with the
passage of time.
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