A.M. Ream Poetry · March 2016 · Poetry

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A flower never loses its beauty

when its petals wilt.

Life never truly ends.

The people we love,

whose faces have faded,

live on in our hearts.

Dreams once abandoned

and cast off into

the dustiest corners

of our minds

can suddenly reappear

and blossom into something

more beautiful than

when it first began

as the tiniest glimmer of hope.

 

–March 12, 2016

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