Flower of Time
To be, or not to be, that is the question. william Shakespeare
One morning, the wind caresses the meadow.
With the clouds, the violets dance.
Lying next to her, I want to go.
In this story, that gives a chance.
The rose is love, desire, and passion.
The flame makes us lose our heads.
And at that moment, it gives us the illusion.
Of a feeling that turns blood-red.
The lily on the coat of arms, the flower of kings.
A delicate fragrance of unrivalled purity.
Reminds us, for a moment, of all those things.
Castles, princesses, a bard, and his melody.
But the flower of time is taking our will.
Never forget to water it, or time will stand still.
About the Creator
Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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