The flower that once I was

The flower that once I was
Fresh, bright and attractive
With a beautiful glow
It was not very long ago
Just a few days back

Everyone smiled who looked at me
They were amazed at my beauty
I was the precious gift
Symbol of love and
A wonderful treat

When lovers met on a date
Through me their hearts met
I was a standing witness
Of their love, friendship and
Growing sweetness

I had played my part and
It was time to depart
I felt tired and jaded
While slowly I faded
Into oblivion

Now I remember
The flower that once I was
Fresh, bright and attractive
With a beautiful glow
It was not very long ago

23rd April 2006, Moscow
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