Withered Flower

What is the meaning of our life

if we are but a mist that quickly goes away?

Like a rose that blooms but for a day?

What does it matter then that we have

ever passed this way?

Whatever happens

to the smiles we have smiled?

to the tears we have cried?

Whatever happens

to dreams we dreamt and reached?

to failures that turned out bitter-sweet?

Whatever happens to raindrops that fell

if they shall not rise again towards heaven

and be made purer than they have ever been?

Whatever happens?

O whatever happens

if your fallen soul

shall not be redeemed?

By now, I can only pray…

I can only believe

that everything is not meaningless,

that there is reserved a destiny,

even for a withered flower,

even for mist that quickly goes away…

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Jocelyn Soriano

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