A Flower  

Poet_99 50M
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5/1/2005 9:19 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

A Flower


A flower blooms and then it dies
Withered and frail it eventually lies
Lost is the beauty and perfection it shone
Is nothing left now that it's gone?
For but a brief time it was a gift
To someone special, their spirits it did lift
With delicate beauty and its sweet scent
As a meaning of love it was meant
Cherished and held close to the heart
The flower withers and falls apart
A life eternal it will have never
Yet the love it expressed will last forever

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