MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

MEMORY

She was like a flower vase,
Packaged different kinds of flowers,
But the vase got broken and was trashed,
The flowers became dried and were burnt-
While the ashes followed the wind and flew,
So she became only a memory;
And as usual,memories fade away-
That's how she faded and became
Of no value and importance,
And life forgot about when she existed.

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