Flower
Flower, I pick it up to smell it, Not knowing the scent is forever gone, For it's
beauty still remains, I put it back in a safe place, Keeping it from being
demolished, But ponder on why, Why it's so easy to lose something, But so hard
to get off your mind, Flower, So easily broken, Yet the best one's take forever to
find, Why do their beauty's eventually die?
Copyright © Carina Emerine | Year Posted 2006
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