Dr Abe V Rotor
They come in two or three or four
from the fields, altar and hair,
from smiles and laughter and roar
of the sea and mountains fair.
Yesterday and today are but one,
the child before and today
lives in the secret of beauty and fun,
just letting time pass away.
For what flowers are, short-live they are,
and youth, ephemeral too;
let the prime years fade, be near or far,
mindless the fate we care to know. ~
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