even the flowers shall wilt

even the flowers must wilt, my love
the vase overturned and spilled, my love

everything we seek, silver and gold
falls to the floor and is spoiled, my love

the flesh will drop from our bones one day
all that is living is killed, my love

I think of our breath lost to the breeze
and all the words we misused, my love

should we lament then the passing time
when we know our fates are sealed, my love?

thanks to Nona for the prompt, write a ghazal poem to the picture  above
https://www.instagram.com/poet_nona_lea/
picture credit:
Flowers That Never Die
https://www.instagram.com/noahkocherart/