Flower of Time
To be, or not to be, that is the question. william Shakespeare
By Tony herlinPublished 25 days ago • 1 min read
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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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