Three crocuses slowly wither in the noonday sun,
Their brightest colours bleached and paled, their petals
Dry and dusty, browned leaves crinkle in the heat.
Two strangers are passing by;
Their eyes drift to this decaying scene, and one
Says to the other, look
At the flowers – aren’t they
Beautiful?
A Teacup Full of Stories 
I really liked this! Great imagery and leaves me with the idea that what others see may not be what truly is going on. 🙂
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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