Flowers

FLOWERS

Flowers never think

if their perfume will be lost

or get extracted

 

they reek of sweetness

unmindful of the end

they know no better

 

they are blessed to live

in spaces and memories

for eternity

 

enhancing lives

and no rancour ever shown

for the end they met

 

HUMANS

Context decides

if a lost memory stinks

or perfumes your existence.

 

TJs Household Haiku Challenge #10

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