Flower to Form

How can what is
Never not be?

I was born …
I know.
I will die …
I know.

How can something be
What ever always is?

A thousand times
I lived this life.
A thousand times more
It will yet be lived.

Petals whispered from the lips of a flower,
Strewn upon a beaten path,
Gather in this life and the next.

Flower to form,
To form, a flower.

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