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A WITHERING FLOWER
A WITHERING FLOWER:
HAS BECOME WEAK, HAS LOST ITS ALLURING POWER:
ONCE SO BEAUTIFUL, BLOOMING AND BRIGHT:
NOW STANDING, WEAK, AND DULL, WITHERING WITHOUT ITS ALLURE, AND BEAUTY BRIGHT:
A WITHERING FLOWER, HAS SEEN MANY A BETTER DAY:
AS IT STRUGGLES TO STAND, NOW WEAK AND WITHERING AWAY:
EVEN THOUGH NOW, WEAK AND WITHERED, AND STRUGGLING TO STAND:
THE MEMORIES OF OLD ARE SO RADIENT, BEAUTIFUL AND GRAND:
NOW AS PEOPLE, COME AND PASS BY:
THEY JUST AWKWARDLY, TURN THERE HEAD AND SIGH:
PEOPLE FAIL TO REMEMBER THE BEAUTY, THAT WAS EVIDENT AND CLEAR:
ONCE NOT LONG AGO, PEOPLE HELD THE WITHERING FLOWER SO CLOSE, LOVING AND NEAR:
A WITHERING FLOWER, MAY NOT BE AS RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL AS IT WAS WHEN ITS LIFE BEGUN:
BUT THIS WITHERING FLOWER HAD ITS BEAUTIFUL POWER, SHINING BRIGHTLY IN THE SUN:
WHEN YOU SEE A WITHERING FLOWER:
DONT LOOK AWAY, IN SOUR DISMAY,BUT REMEMBER ITS BEAUTY, HOW SWEET, NOT SOUR:
A WITHERING FLOWER, ONCE BLOOMED SO BRILLIANTLY BRIGHT:
A WITHERING FLOWER, ONCE WAS HELD IN GREAT ESTEEM WITH GRAND DELIGHT:
EVEN NOW, WITHERED AND OLD:
LOOK DEEP WITHIN ALL THINGS, AND THERE BEAUTY BEHOLD:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS
26--APRIL--2015:
HAS BECOME WEAK, HAS LOST ITS ALLURING POWER:
ONCE SO BEAUTIFUL, BLOOMING AND BRIGHT:
NOW STANDING, WEAK, AND DULL, WITHERING WITHOUT ITS ALLURE, AND BEAUTY BRIGHT:
A WITHERING FLOWER, HAS SEEN MANY A BETTER DAY:
AS IT STRUGGLES TO STAND, NOW WEAK AND WITHERING AWAY:
EVEN THOUGH NOW, WEAK AND WITHERED, AND STRUGGLING TO STAND:
THE MEMORIES OF OLD ARE SO RADIENT, BEAUTIFUL AND GRAND:
NOW AS PEOPLE, COME AND PASS BY:
THEY JUST AWKWARDLY, TURN THERE HEAD AND SIGH:
PEOPLE FAIL TO REMEMBER THE BEAUTY, THAT WAS EVIDENT AND CLEAR:
ONCE NOT LONG AGO, PEOPLE HELD THE WITHERING FLOWER SO CLOSE, LOVING AND NEAR:
A WITHERING FLOWER, MAY NOT BE AS RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL AS IT WAS WHEN ITS LIFE BEGUN:
BUT THIS WITHERING FLOWER HAD ITS BEAUTIFUL POWER, SHINING BRIGHTLY IN THE SUN:
WHEN YOU SEE A WITHERING FLOWER:
DONT LOOK AWAY, IN SOUR DISMAY,BUT REMEMBER ITS BEAUTY, HOW SWEET, NOT SOUR:
A WITHERING FLOWER, ONCE BLOOMED SO BRILLIANTLY BRIGHT:
A WITHERING FLOWER, ONCE WAS HELD IN GREAT ESTEEM WITH GRAND DELIGHT:
EVEN NOW, WITHERED AND OLD:
LOOK DEEP WITHIN ALL THINGS, AND THERE BEAUTY BEHOLD:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS
26--APRIL--2015:
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A WITHERING FLOWER
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