The pink hued rose crumples ‘midst winters chill
Incandescent sun daily drops from sight
Motivation compels, yet, I lose will
Upon near horizon, looms long, long night
Spider’s summer’s web, glorious when done
Its last filaments, float in autumn’s wind
The lush green lawn, turned brown from lack of sun
All things in nature, flourish then rescind
Fore’er changing cosmos, I shan’t complain
Earth a repository, for the dead
Must drive away fears, to each life comes rain
Exalt each breath; keep that thought in mine head
Mine hair, skin, mine being…fated, shading
Once youth I now seek truth…FADING, fading…
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