"Salve Nemesis"
Borne on the edge of a tranquil bough,
You hung on till the last gale.
Scorched by Apollo, dampened by deluge.
The swan song yet to come.
And when the final twitch looms,
You relinquish to the fall.
Swimming through the waft.
You descend in eddy motif
and graze the globe.
All the glories lost in a moment,
From fragrant floret to crunching boughs,
Adieu to the beauty above,
Say "Salve nemesis!".
J.N.
19.04.2021.
2021-04-19 19:43:41
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