Today I offer you a pantoum for the prompt, Frailty in Gray. Enjoy.
Frailty in Gray
Delicate blooms lose their grace
Seasons wither on the vine,
vitality vanished without a trace
We all age like intangible wine
Seasons wither on the vine
the years sprint by in a flash
We all age like intangible wine
with memories fluttering like ash
The years sprint by in a flash,
our life, a study in obscurity
with memories fluttering like ash
a falling winter of maturity
Our life, a study in obscurity
vitality vanished without a trace;
a falling winter of maturity
Delicate blooms lose their grace
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