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Clocks of Eden

ticking petals unfold,

ticking petals faint away


telling the time

of growth,

fullness,

decay


but we don’t want to capture

the petals that fall,

as quickly as they blossomed


and longer is the dormancy,

awaiting next bloom,

than the bloom itself


so may we capture the beauty

in every stage of becoming


while sinking our roots

deep in the rich soil

of what became


and is to become again



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