What Is Not Poem by Cheyenne Rhon

What Is Not



Beauty is temporary,
A body takes age, but
Memories live on.

Souls are everlasting,
Upon a butterflies wings
That fluttter at dawn.

For what is not tears,
Turns into dew on blades,
that cry too early,
to be seen.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Existence
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