Life and Death
The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And death will come to all of those
When its silvery sheen sloughs off its light
To carry the world into the dead of night.
Yet once they stood both young and fair
Standing strong despite the sun's glare
That is when they were at their very best
Mingling their soft scents with each caress
What passion displayed in the height of youth
Until it met its end at the final moment of truth.
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