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HI, EVERYONE, I REALLY WISH SHARING THOSE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS WITH YOURS I REALLY LOVE ALL CAN OF FLOWERS, I THINK THE FLOWERS ARE SO CUTE, IS MY PASSION AND I HOPE SOME BODY LIKE THEM, THANKS.
 
 
 
 
 
      
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
FORGET-ME-NOT.......
COULD every blossom find a voice
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.
And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.
Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.
Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves
The dear Forget-me-not.
(Crawford, Isabella Valancy, Canadian Poet, from 1850-1887)
PETALS IN THE GRASS
Pink drops,
In a pool of green,
Once something whole,
Now only remnants can be seen.
An alluring aroma,
Held captive by the wind,
Fragrance of emptiness,
Blowing hollow scents within.
Knowing everything is temporary,
Emotions so vast,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals in the grass.
At one time full of life,
Just stillness today,
Only eerie silence,
Where insects used to play.
Reminders of something beautiful,
A rose that didn't last,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals of the past.
© DavidOJ.OBuchanan
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