pressed flowers poem #mpy #vss #micropoetry

pressed flowers in an old book fall to the floor

long forgotten bookmarks of the mortal coil

fading relics of simpler times

a breeze blows them away with a sigh

scattering them upon enticing winds

along with feeble hopes and whims

dried-flowers-on-white

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