An Ode to a Dying Lizard in a Rose

It is done

I have lived my life

I have had my children

I have built my house

But it is done


As I lay in this rose

Sweet and soft

Silky yet sorrowful

All the while knowing

It is done


The light is coming

But I am satisfied

For I know

While I lay on this flower

That it is done



This poem is about: 
Our world


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