Look what I have found! Oh look!
Between the pages of a book.
Forgotten trinket, gently pressed,
Nestled amidst the leaves, safe and caressed.
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Sleeping floral beauty, what do you dream?
Of bright summer days and dancing beams?
Once vibrant bloom, now delicate and still,
Awaiting longingly to again thrill.
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Suspended in time, your colours dwell,
Every different flower has a story to tell.
Each bloom, a chapter, a tale to share,
Hidden amongst quiet pages to transport you there.​
A thousand moments, recollections,
Stirring emotions and old affections.
A whispered ode to days gone by,
To carry you there in the blink of an eye.
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Relive the summer sun, a haze of heat,
Endless days of youth set on repeat.
Faded sweet fragrance on the breeze,
Dappled light and sunburnt knees.
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Not just a flower, but a thought,
Of days gone past and lessons taught.
Plucked with love, in a brief moment of pleasure,
But to me an everlasting treasure.
Colours fade, but you remain.
To remind me of the summer again.
