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They All Sent Flowers

They all sent flowers

And the flowers all died

And I understood flowers

For the very first time

A gift of something dying

Gently saying this is normal

We’re all beautiful but fleeting

And this is how it goes

 

They all sent roses

And the roses all died

Their petals dropping quietly

One at a time

We watched the petals falling

Gently saying this is normal

We’re all beautiful but fleeting

And this is how it goes

 

They all sent lilies

And the lilies all died

But the scent of the lilies

Stayed around for a while

A gift of something dying

Leaving echoes this is normal

We’re all beautiful but fleeting

And this is how it goes

 

They all sent flowers

And the flowers all died

Some faded far too quickly

Some others took their time

A gift of something dying

Gently saying this is normal

We’re all beautiful but fleeting

And this is how it goes

 

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Comments

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Steve White

Fri 16th Jun 2023 12:07

Thanks all.

Steve

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 16th Jun 2023 06:13

Beautiful poem about fleeting beauty, Steve.

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keith jeffries

Thu 15th Jun 2023 22:34

Steve,
a poem which portrays life as a transitory experience, which it is. Nothing is permanent, nothing lives for ever and even we are only passing through. A well crafted poem.
Thanks for this,
Keith

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 15th Jun 2023 22:02

Beautiful but fleeting.

Some thing we find difficult to deal with- nicely put Steve.

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