Time In Blossom And Decay
Every day
Is just a bouquet
Each moment: a flower
In it's own way
Some last forever
But most, however
Will curl up
And wither away
A flower can be picked
And pressed
And preserved
But what good does that do?
A flower is better
Enjoyed together
Share it
With someone special to you
~Greg Halloran
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Glad to see you're looking on the bright side again. M.
ReplyDeleteI'm resisting the urge to rhyme 'poet' with 'know it' right now.
ReplyDeleteAnywhoo, good stuff!