V.. F.. - 972 Flowers

The flowers outside my window know true bliss
lives spent in golden sunshine,
bathed gently and loving by the breeze,
with equally pretty butterflies and bees
ardently courting them
on the morrow they will land on the rubbish heap
faded and forgotten
but today is all they know and
blaze joyously like there is no morrow.

(15th November 2002)

V.. F..

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