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Saturday, April 12, 2014
A Bowl of Flowers
Packing fears I'd rather leave behind
Packing my clothes
Packing my wares
Packing the dust I'd rather leave behind
Packing the photos
Packing the books
Packing the things I hoard here on earth
This bowl of flowers
Once held my hopes
But they have been packed
In a box that's closed
Sealed tight with tape
Moth and rust won't gobble hopes up
Although the flowers will wither and die
My truest treasure is stored up on high.
Written in response to Sunday Scribblings 2 Prompt ~ A Bowl Full of Flowers
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