Alive

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I pick up the petals as they fall

And keep them in plain sight

But I am unable 

To keep them alive


I see their vibrant colors fading

I watch them shrivel and dry

And wonder at how short a time

I get to enjoy them alive


I prop up the little note

You wrote me with your bold hand

So I can see it nestled among

The shriveling petals where it stands alive



The living words planted in my heart thrive much longer than the fading flowers of this world


Alive


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