and so it happens
that each kept each nature
unique to itself
even in their own terms
of loving

the flower bloomed
the worm ate it
petal by petal

time justifies the consumption
upon the wings of
a beautiful butterfly

the wind still loves the sound
of the flutters

RIC S. BASTASA

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