Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Metaphor

The giant poppy. Aah, these start as a promising green bud, then suddenly burst forth as an uncertain crinkly red flower. This matures into a beautiful bloom for a while, but it soon fails and fades. The pure red begins to turn, and flower is past its best.




Finally the petals fall on by one until it is no more. 

Some days I feel like I am past my best, and I'm waiting for the petals to fall.

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