Paper flowers

Paper flowers

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She loved flowers,

That would smell 

Of enchantment and dreams.

She never knew

If they are roses, lilies or sunflowers.

All she wanted was the fragrance

That would take her 

To fantasies that felt heavenly.

Little did she know

That the fragrance won't remain

And the flower will be dead,

And so will be her heavenly fantasies.

She willingly changed fresh flowers everyday,

To keep the fragrances and fantasies alive.

While her dreams and trials died in inches

every day,

Then came the day,

Where she realised what she needed,

The flowers, the fragrance or the fantasies,

And then the flower vase only smelled of paper and dust,

Paper flowers lasted and she never had to make an effort.

She only needed the flowers.

The paper in the flowers

Wrote her fantasies,

While the fantasies spread the fragrance

Of enchantment and dreams so heavenly.

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