The Un-Writer

A poem

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The Un-Writer

When is a flower no longer a flower?
Colors fade. 
Petals fall. 
Beauty 
impacted 
lives. 

Is the last day of summer warmth 
the end? 
The bliss of sun-filled days lingers in 
our hearts. 

What becomes of a writer 
who does not 
write? 
Has the avocation died even as 
words 
are 
read? 

Purpose and meaning 
survive 
our earthly journey. 
What was in the 
heart 
will always 
remain.

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Take care of yourself,

Rod