we dont regret, but rejoice

when petals are scattered
we dont regret, but rejoice
new buds will sprout
out of their decay,
who knows, who will feel, dare I say!

heart does not age,
like a letter we wrote the other day
 in an envelop which is a bit torn 
but did the feeling not presage?

let us ring the bell
the temple seems ready to ignite

yearnings for  creative urges
shall we just remain silent and not tell?

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