Jasmin

February 13, 2018

Just as I begin my day, I notice a flower.

Around the local cafe, Its beauty seems to overpower.

Something about it, I just can't turn away.

Months go by, and I learn it's soon to go away.

I realise every moment, is one to treasure.

Never to be forgotten, but gone forever.

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