She would be the souvenir of a moment past.
Her atoms would be far away,
Or long gone,
And her charms and petals long withered,
When the ones who could have stolen her
Away from her own thunder,
And nurtured her,
Would come to think of her
For a moment,
In an instant.
An excerpt from THE FLOWER, THE DRAGON AND THE TIGER, a poetic tale written by B.
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