Poem: Dried Flowers

Dried Flowers

The flowers are long dead,
their once velvety violet petals
now brittle and crepe paper dry;
their proud heads now fallen
and bowed, yet like love long lost,

not merely a reminder of what was,
but a thing of beauty in themselves,
a brittle perfection worth preserving,
even in death.

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The picture is of some flowers my daughter bought for herself and has kept in her room for the past few weeks. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom