You cannot hold
within your hand
a flower:
Time will not allow it.
The flower will not bloom,
or will bloom too quickly;
every moment between-
will not-
be lost.
A tear is not remembered
for where it falls,
but for why it falls.
And so this flower I now
hold
in my cupped hand
will grow to Where,
but I-
and all-
will know Why.
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