The Passage of Time
How sad it is to see the petals fall
from a once magnificent flower.
Its time of beauty has slipped away,
but I remember its finest hour.
I’m sure I felt the earth shake
as each petal kissed the ground.
It’s sad to see the passage of time
cast its spell on all around.
poem by Orlando Belo
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