as I behold to the blue void expanding
as yet the invisible paragon of eternity
as incomprehensive as the time endless
and we do exist as ephemeral yet irrelevant
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The greatest gifts are those that cost us least: Price varies inversely with true worth.Life itself's a free gift of the earth Born of ecstatic joy in plant and beast.What more exquisite present than a bower Of wild roses in adolescent bloom? Yet all that vivid color and perfume Exist to serve the interests of the flower.
When meeting our time, remembering all those gifts we've left behind in our memories, unable to get them back. Look forward then to the new gifts and hold onto them as long as possible before they too become memories upon our inner minds. Colors, expressions, aromas can never be as vivid in memory as when we are actually living them. Great poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn