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Until The End Of Time

by debbylyn

Until the end of time
Through shades of dappled gray
While stems deny the pluck
I gather what I may

In my wild abandon
I sow my scattered seeds
Hoping for a meadow
I overlook the weeds

Gathering then the thistle
Around my wild bouquet
Dry and bare in patches
I still delight the day

Until the end of time
Through cycles of rebirth
I'll plant again my flowers
Then pluck them from the earth