28 February 2017

Pink flowers grow in the front lawn
Their velvet dew drop texture
I long to wear in my hair

I  burden them with attention
Removing petals from stems
And gravity helps

Pockets full of petals
I set up a wood paned store
On my front lawn grass patch

I show them off to all
And so taken by their beauty
Visitors exchange them for gold

No sooner bought do they return
A withered pink and rot
Imitation of velvet petals

I did not disclose the short expiry
Though like everything alive
They’ve since ceased to be

The whole world forgets
How beautiful things
Don’t stay beautiful forever.

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