Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Flowers Fade...

Flowers fade. They tinge, and the taint seeps into their hearts. The last blooming beat of daisy, periwinkle or rose creates a potent perfume, which fills the air with a scented song of longing, of forgetting. They are retreating into the dark, and their unfledged buds are bowed before their time.

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