I picked today a flower
one will never see
I took in its aroma
and held it close to me.
I picked a flower again
More beautiful than before
I gazed deep within its colors
How I wish I could hold once more.
I picked a flower
And rested it on my soul
I couldn't take my flower
So, it stays with me forever more.
Mahfooz Ali
Monday, June 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,philosophical