Like A Flower | 1/26/20

I suffer like a flower

Ripely picked for one's pleasure

I'm enjoyed for a time

Then set aside to wither and fade

I dry like a flower

Pressed to be remembered

Forgotten for a time

Then reemerge to grant a remnant of a memory

~V.S.R.R.

Photo: Houston Museum Distract, TX, USA; by V.S.R.R.