Twirl around with the flowers falling
Make a circle, a ring of innocence
Stand in the middle of petals scattered
The symbol of flitting beauty
Of seasons come and seasons pass
The silky feel brushing against your skin
A moment to savour on the way down
Smelling the fragrance, the fragile tone
The alluring scent released, from
the crushed petals underfoot
The bright colours fading
Losing the individual shapes
Being smeared into the mud...
being treasured all the more for that
A moment captured in the mind’s eye
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Submission Name: Flower Petals
