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Post by althea on May 11, 2021 19:41:38 GMT
I pressed a flower
To try to keep the moment.
I tried to hold it and preserve it
exactly as it was when I first saw it.
When I inspected the flower later,
I found it had lost it's fragrance and vitality.
It's colour had faded,
It was dry and brittle.
It was not what I had tried to capture.
The past can not be kept that way.
That moment has gone forever.
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