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Temporal
At what point
does beauty fade?
At what point
do we stop caring?
We come into this world
with nothing
we leave
with nothing,
but we spend our days
collecting, only to
let go.
But for now,
the tulips are in bloom
the world is in bloom
we are in bloom, my friend. (The August Poetry Postcard Project was initiated by Paul Nelson of Seattle, WA. It challenges poets to write a poem a day in one go with no revisions on a postcard. Afterwards, the postcard is mailed to
