Petals

Flowers blooming, growing, rising, showing
where love dies and lies deep down
in darkness, wooden casket.
Golden basket dwells above, healing,
feeling, filling with the flowers blooming
tall. Stem by stem, petals falling onto
them, with each a memory is attached, now
falling, falling out of sight and mind and heart.
Life ascends from where love dies, so truly
our bent bond blessed and built a newly
Filling basket while our petals fall
and fly and fade away with our former love.

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