I am Dead ~

Little Jar of Flowers Kindness


I give myself to you, Beloved!

My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.

Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,

And they have many pleasant colours and lustre

To recommend them.

Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.

When I shall have given you the last one,

You will have the whole of me,

But I shall be dead.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)