THE WILTING.

Once an epitome of beauty
That enthralled a million hearts.
A fragrance that erupted
The delight of being.
The blossoming
That was an inspiration to live….

The next phase has arrived.
When the impressions
Have become quivery;
The limping of grace
Has begun to take over…
It No longer remains
An incentive to the seeking…

This is as true as the blossoming
And means no difference to the flower.
Only the witnesses
Calls it
THE WILTING….