The Flower Library

POETRY

A poem.

Credit Anouska Parr

I collect the memories of the flowers
I keep them in a safe place
For the days when I need to see them again

Every petal and leaf
The textures and colours
The magical details saved up in my mind

It’s a library to cheer the heaviest of hearts
I can call upon it whenever I wish
A gift from nature too often overlooked, but not by me
I see them, in all of their beauty

And I do not pick the flowers
For if I do 
They will die.

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