flows

sometimes touching death can be soft,
tender,
delicately bitter,
just like the feel of an almond flower
which, no matter the taste of its seed,
still blesses your senses with awe,

and all you can do is realize
that time will never ever be anything else
but time.

© Liliana Negoi 2017

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