Clouds..

The hands of time closing in on her eyes..
Dead petals balking in acrimony..

For..
she once was a young..
gardenia bud..
Brushing across the streaming ponds..
swaying with winds..

Refusing to leave her willow..
She escaped to the reveries..
of the jilted clouds..

Weaned... in her wilted abode..
She fell prey to the earth..
Adorning the hall of reverence..

The candles flickered to the hum..
Of an Old Carol..
Beholding the benevolence of the Lord..

There..
She found her clover leaf..
Her place in solace and solitude..

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This one's dedicated to Sushi...
Love you always :)