Transient Beauty
A new line was posted on linebyline, transient beauty.
She's dying. She's dying, and there's nothing you can do about it. You've already done everything there is to do.
She's dying. She's dying, but her death will help the others to thrive. It's a small comfort.
She's dying, and you realize she was always a transient beauty after all. You always knew she'd live for only a season, a few months at most.
The flower is dying, your flower that you planted with love and tended with care.
And, maybe, she's not such a transient beauty after all. Because she'll live on in the photographs you took, and the memories you made.
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I don't know how well I conveyed this in writing. The image of a dying flower was the first one to appear in my mind, and it appeared beautifully. But somehow the wording here just isn't right... IDK. I think the last paragraph ruined it; I romanticized it too much.
Perhaps? Your thoughts?
She's dying. She's dying, and there's nothing you can do about it. You've already done everything there is to do.
She's dying. She's dying, but her death will help the others to thrive. It's a small comfort.
She's dying, and you realize she was always a transient beauty after all. You always knew she'd live for only a season, a few months at most.
The flower is dying, your flower that you planted with love and tended with care.
And, maybe, she's not such a transient beauty after all. Because she'll live on in the photographs you took, and the memories you made.
---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----
I don't know how well I conveyed this in writing. The image of a dying flower was the first one to appear in my mind, and it appeared beautifully. But somehow the wording here just isn't right... IDK. I think the last paragraph ruined it; I romanticized it too much.
Perhaps? Your thoughts?