Randy Hogan - *The Pass Through

Born as a bud,
blue, green, yellow, gold,
is my glowing colors as I grow old.
A bounty of beauty on my quest,
time is a giver and taker
of love and loss'
One by one I gently fade
into life as a withering Rose



By Randy Hogan


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Randy Hogan

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