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Give me my flowers

before I leave,

Before my veins

no longer bleed.

Let me awe at the beauty

of a vibrant red rose,

I cannot see it

if my eyes are closed.

Allow my nose to capture the fragrance

of a radiant bouquet,

I may not be able to smell it tomorrow

but I can smell it today.

Let me hold my flowers

today in my hand,

Before my presence

no longer grace this land.

Praise me while I’m alive

while I can still hear,

Life is not promised

for me next year.

For when my life is over

and all is said and done,

The flowers too will die

in the hot beaming sun.

Carolyn Estes

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