Pressed flowers,
Were blooming flowers,
Once upon a time,
Pressed flower's beauty,
Always stayed,
In my mind.
The petals fleshed out,
Only yesterday,
Turned into flatness today.
Flowered in dried-out form,
Spoke of their stories today.
They had so much to say.
Stories of bloom time flowers,
Stories of rapid rain showers.
Stories of sharing a garden,
And stories of wild abandon.
These pressed flowers knew everything
Vera Sidhwa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pressed-flowers/
