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The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact. This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon, To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night. The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours, Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers. I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street. Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat. Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers. It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals. Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat. Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
The Fall Of Spring and Summer Flowers
The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact. This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon, To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night. The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours, Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers. I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street. Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat. Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers. It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals. Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat. Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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Nov 11, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
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