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Life Ends Sometime
My hands gripped the flowers
In my ears boomed the harmony of Presley
Falling in love
With the undertones of green in my calla lily.
These will never be mine,
Those many blue-green berries
Hidden under that hedge
Of a rich man’s cacophony.
Flatten out the checks in my dress
They stand out violently
Yellow bursts on a contrast supple violet
They look like swollen, rashes in a 19th century alien.
Dusk was the time when that happened
I remember broken strokes of purple
On a vast pink sky
With bright yellow clouds dancing like the avocados in my socks.
On a park bench, I lisped the Beatles' famous chorus
For you know that fool who makes it cool
By making the world a little colder
While the park was empty, the silence crept.
I knew it was going to happen
Death was right behind me
I feared not to look back
Because I had everything I favored with me.
Calla lilies mixed with a gloomy scent of forbidden blueberries
Hues of red, pink, and purple in an abnormal yellow sky
An atrocious checked dress limp around a dead body
As I inhaled my last painful breath, released into nothingness, for life ends sometime.
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Arpita E. is a budding poet living in Arendal, shrouded by the beguiling greenery of Norway. She is an ardent lover of animals, books, and all things poetry. While most of her poems are about nature, she sometimes relapses into musing about the fragile fragments of life.