The rose blooms
petals gently unfolding
in the summer of life
until the zenith is reached

Then life reverses itself
as the petals slowly wither
and the winter of death descends
like the hush of silent snowflakes falling

Becoming the peace of ecstasy
when at last
the golden center
becomes all

? Michaelette ?

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