POEM| The Mystery Behind Our Love For Flowers

Isn’t it weird
how much love flowers get
Though they bloom beautifully
after a couple of days
they die eventually
and we have to throw them out

Isn’t it weird
that something we once cherished
ends up in the trash with garbage
and we move on to something else
until we receive another bouquet
and repeat the cycle again

Isn’t it weird
that the prettiest flower ever
gets to die one day
and all its beauty will fade away
into nothingness
and we can’t do a thing about it

It’s weird right?

Mariam Shittu

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