Please Donít Send Me Flowers

 

Please donít send me flowers

For they only wither and die.

Leave them to grace a garden

To be touched by a butterfly.

They are lovely on my table

But only for a day

And it breaks my heart to see

The petals die and fall away.

Please leave them in the garden

For all who wander by

To inhale the lovely fragrance

And bring beauty to their eyes.

Please don't send me flowers

For I love them so, you see.

They don't belong on my table

It's in a garden they should be.

©Lora Cox

 

 

 

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