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Flower of Time

To be, or not to be, that is the question. william Shakespeare

By Tony herlinPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Flower of Time
Photo by Aliis Sinisalu on Unsplash

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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