Sense of Transition

Sunflowers reach toward the sun
Fate entwined, never one

Honeybee’s lifetime serves the young
Refined palette, honeyed tongue

Raindrops streak the windowpane
Tears fallen, gone again

White noise as the static creeps
Music lost, radio weeps

Blood shed on an open field
Muddy soil, wound healed

Future presents an uphill climb
Past repeats, every time

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: Transition

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