The Passing of Ages

light on leaves
and the worm finds its place
underneath the bloody fountain.

damaged confessions
in the mists of dawn
escaping from bright red lips.

flowers wilt
and the next thing you know
there’ll be snowflakes to cover the mountain.

the veil is torn
and the memories escape
sailing, on faded ships.

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