Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Flower


I pluck a flower
Enjoy its beauty and fragrance
Is that all?
Should I throw it away?
Crush it under my foot?
Or
Take it to my home
And use it as a book mark
So that years after
Someone would open
The book to read and
To know how my life was
And know that once I had
Pluck a flower and kept it
With care to draw its fragrance
While turning the pages.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Valsa George (5/20/2013 11:28:00 AM)

    I am reminded of our childhood when in childish innocence, we used to keep feathers in our books with the hope that they would hatch new feathers! ! Elders also treasure such keepsakes! ! An enjoyable read! (Report) Reply

  • Connie Yost (5/19/2013 7:26:00 AM)

    Yes, I have pressed flowers in books to find their remaining essence later. Very nice. (Report) Reply

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