There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
From Blossoms
by Lin-Young Lee
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
1 comment:
There is an energy this poem brings. Thank you for the lovely thought. I'll have this one pinned up. :)
P.S.: Sometimes whatever image you are given with a set of words stays in your mind. Such that when you see the same set of words again you think of the white-pink blossoms, and when you look at any white-pink blossoms you think "from joy to joy to joy".
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