Fingertips
crush
geranium
leaves.
The
leaves grieve
pungent,
releasing
roses
into
the polluted air.
The rolling sky
lilts
between
clouds
and
sun.
Vibrant
leaves
die
like
a majestic
whisper
that
it won't always be this way.
As Scripture says,
as
surely as
we
died
with Christ,
we
live
to
God
in
Him.
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