Flowers

Flowers are like memories
They come and go
They are pretty in the summer
And die at the end of the season

Memories also die
Memories also go

But just like flowers
They mark you

By their scent
By their colour
By their texture

They are just like memories

But some are kept kindly deep in your heart
Like my little island
Called FLOWERS.

I can be far
But I can never let go…