My flower jar

08 Feb


I saw it,

It was lovely full of life,

It  blossomed with all its bright colours.

Beau-ti-ful, I said.

I loved it, so do many too.

Then I went for a jar of water

To keep it fresh so that others

Can share its natural fragrance

Then with my excitement, I pushed the jar.

It fell and shattered my heart.

Then I stopped for a moment to think of it.

The ROSE, with all its beauty,

Gone too before I could pluck it.

Anyway, I loved it.

I still loved.

She, was, and is still, my ROSE, granny forever.

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Posted by on February 8, 2014 in Read


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