In the garden of life, time ticks away
Each moment a delicate petal, fading
Like a flower whose beauty will soon expire
We grasp at memories, fleeting and fragile
Trying to hold onto what will inevitably fade
But in the end, all must come to an end
Like the setting sun, sinking below the horizon
Leaving us to ponder the passage of time.
Written in response to Sammy Cox’s weekend writing prompt. This week the challenge is to write a piece of prose or poetry in 66 words, using the word expire.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2024/04/20/weekend-writing-prompt-360-expire/
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