The flower

The flower was a gift for Hilly. She loved flowers, and Jess brought her the best. They were always unique. He went out of his way to find something he thought would be just for her. And the star magnolia was that kind of a flower. When she looked at the flower, it looked like it was smiling at her, pleased that she was pleased with it. She thought how flowers went out of their way to please. They loved to please, not just with their beauty, but with their personality. It was a thing that flowers did best. And this one was really making an effort.

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Death, a poem

we treat death as a thief
and we name it so
death is not a thief

death is a gift
a field of flowers
where we shall dance
on feet in wonder

death is a magician
transforming us
into our better selves