a vestige of thought...

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Bad poetrie written early in the morning

Fragile as flower
Yet fading fast

A comrade
Once close and comforting
The comraderie
Now coming to a close

Time passes; people change
As the seasons
Always turning new to old,
Old to new

When one flower wilts
It nourishes the roots
Of a new bloom

Patience brings about a greater garden
Than clawing at the dust of what is past.

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The risk in saying 'hello' to someone is that sooner or later you have to say goodbye.  Sometimes that goodbye is intentional and unavoidable, but other times it's said only in memory as changing lives gradually separate people.  It's a sad but unavoidable part of this world.
posted by Christy at 3:57 PM


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