It is sad to see flowers wither and die. But thinking that they’ve lived to the fullest and giving up their space for new flowers to bloom and have a go… It’s a peaceful thought for me. Helps me come to term with death. The thought that the petal turns into a tree that will most probably provide a cool shade someone is a comforting thought too :)

Thank you so much for reading and for such a lovely response, love! I would love to read your poem! Looking forward to it! ❤

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Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.

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