L'aura del Campo

Marigold [224]

Marigold

Clematis tried to tangle the sunset with her tendrils.
Morning Glory in her wisdom closed shop long ago.
Empty lots with their broken ruins testified that all had been lost.
But a single marigold in a crack softly said, no.

You fled like the sun, hid behind clouds like the moon.
Age only comes to those who live long; so,
I promised to search till you caressed each wrinkle.
Marigold gently whispered, you need to let go.

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