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The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

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Free

coffee over tea, the milk and the honey bee

enjoying freedom of your own

the roses are redder, the tulips are sweeter

the young pursue the world

that first breath of fresh air, incomparable

 

a smile from a face in the crowd

a helping hand from a stranger

the blue sky opens possibility so great

then there’s a baby’s sigh, tiny innocence

child’s laughter over a new guitar

 

great things come in small packages

and are always free

so here’s one I’ll share

for you and me

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Sweet Flowers of May

the flowers of May blossomed

and I wondered if they would ever know

if the people would ever know

take notice or take time

to admire the flower’s sweet perfumes

 

the flowers have blossomed and it’s been for quite sometime

yet nobody took notice

not even the gardener or the flower shop keeper

how could they just ignore the beauty that surrounds them?

does it matter not to them?

 

the flowers of May wilted to June

still they took no notice

will they ever learn to be grateful

before it is too late?