Tolls to sand

My hand fractures a breeze of wind, 
not allowing it to reach 
a dying rose. 
Don’t judge me wrong – 
it's not kindness that drives my gesture, 
for it’s not like the wind’s absence would alleviate somehow 
the flower’s fading. 
It’s pure selfishness behind my move, 
raw 
and overflowing with rapacity, 
for I want that rose’s death 
all for myself. 
I want to breathe in the bloom’s demise 
and pin its proof of evanescence to my memory, 
so that the next time when I’m presented with one, 
I will recall the taste of brevity 
and cherish it as such.

 

 

© Liliana Negoi

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