My own photo
"Pick Me," said she
but I refused.
"You'll die," said I
somewhat confused.
"I'll die anyway
no one will see
the beautiful expression
that is me.
Enjoy my beauty
for this one day
for tomorrow
I'll have gone away."
So I picked her,
and I brought her home,
set her on the window sill,
took her picture with my phone.
She basked in her glory,
shone bright all that day
and in the morning
she had gone away.
I saw her wilted on the sill
and wished to see
her shining still.
A tear welled up in my eye,
A lump in my throat
as I said goodbye.
Thank you dandelion
for your gift yesterday
I will not forget
though you've gone away.
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Amanda Buck
Amanda is a creative writer and photographer.
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