Pressed
Plucking it from the scene
Placing it on the flat surface
Adding pressure and waiting
As it dries some color fades
While time passes, the shape is distorted
What once had depth becomes flat
But what once would have vanished now remains
Even if only as a shadow of what was
Placing it on the flat surface
Adding pressure and waiting
As it dries some color fades
While time passes, the shape is distorted
What once had depth becomes flat
But what once would have vanished now remains
Even if only as a shadow of what was
posted by Matt Naylor at 17:00
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If this poem isn't about flowers, what could it mean?
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