like an uninvited guest.. for days on end
Then one day, without warning -
cleared altogether, when one had gone
accustomed to it.
The denial had turned to acceptance when
familiarity bred compassion..
Now it's denial again, a failure to accept,
the familiar is a stranger again!
The flowers which never
bloomed in the sunshine
but blossomed in the haze
now show signs of dying
with each passing sunny day
When your existence
becomes dependent
on something beyond your control,
wherein lies the blame for the life
which withered away?
The haze which couldn't stay?
Or the sun which now returns?
Or did the flowers deserve their fate
for loving the traveling haze?
Maybe it was meant to be...
a love which blossomed and died...
a love which could never last..
Except for in folk-tales
or in legends hearsay told
of a rare blossom,
one in hundred generations could witness,
nurtured
in an untimely,
uninvited haze
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