116. MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

116.

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

Her life measured

by layers of skin

wrinkled with words,

she accepts

what comes now

with silence

because she dreamed

too little, played it too safe.

Yesterday, in memory

of a simpler time, she laid

a bright yellow dandelion

on her mother's grave.

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ALL THINGS PASS AWAY

Assessing elements 

of puzzling paradoxes,

her life is measured by coffee spoons

and layers of skin wrinkled with words.

She who dared to disturb the universe 

now accepts what comes with silence

because she dreamed too little.

She found a bright gold dandelion 

by the sidewalk yesterday.

The universe itself doesn't care.

NOTE: Prompt word I used is DISTURB.

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