flowers

They are swayed
only by the winds;
humbled,
by the weather
Their life span
shortlived and they wilt
as will – you and I.
The slient witnesses
of my neighbourhood park
—fog, adorning dew drops.

I offer them
my living neighbours
as silent an obituary
an offering
as they are.
For what they are!

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