and as I sit, the soft petals fall,
the best friends
pass over the sun again,
old acquaintances disappear
on vanishing paths.
My soul stays, showing my way,
decades fade, eras long gone,
where the jade was at my door,
sustaining rice fields, earth trodden floor.
Mystical life, I just admire
carpets of cherry upon the wood.
I am happiest here
though I know I could
fade away
on any day.
This is a re-post, of my sitting five days with peonies,
which was written and posted, on November 19, 2018
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