Is it just a whim of my mind
Or
Are the daisies actually knocking on your door?
Wouldn't you open the door , my dear
Or
Would you shun them a little more?
It isn't their mistake, you know,
They are not the ones at fault.
Though you can treat them how you wish, my dear,
You can give it another thought.
But, what if the daisies die outside, my dear?
Where will we bury their fragrance?
Picture by *eibhilinnn
if dat one's an original piece...it's credible P!!
ReplyDeleteThat is an original piece :) Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThe last line is so beautifully written-It's body & soul.
ReplyDeletethanks babe :)
ReplyDeleteIf the daisies die outside, we won't bury the fragrance. It'll linger on, and we'll just have to watch [or smell rather] their fragrance turn rancid .. :)
ReplyDelete:)) <3
ReplyDeleteI hate it when people gift me flowers.. I think they just signify how good times wilt & wither away.. Besides, they don't smell & look half as good as they do when they are alive & in their right place.. Loved this post.. very poetic. One of your best..
ReplyDeleteI love flowers, the precise fact that they remind us of the good times and then wilt, just like memories :) Thanks! xoxo
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