Pressed into a book
a flower fragrant dies
held in the place it took
marking important lines
I am that dying dream
smashed inside the seam
of a chapter in your story
in forgotten times of glory
once you picked me long ago
in the spring we no longer know
Once you kept me in your vase
with a smile on your face
Yet there were no roots nor soil there
No place to grow love anywhere
Dry are these petals, leaves and stem
and you close your book on me again
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Style
Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
