Music Monday-Song Eight: Bitbot by +Steve Taylor

Fleeting Loveliness 

Summer breezes blow
late-blooming blossoms
from their branches.

They fall
in random pirouettes,
gracefully alighting on the water
only to be gently pelted
by a quiet rain.

Currents pull and tug
in swiftly changing channels
all leading down
into a clear abyss of deeper depths.

Beautifully battered,
the flowers swirl
and settle in the silt,
letting go of life
in an unspoken Bashō haiku.


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