I like this poem very much - the symmetry of its presentation on the page is pleasing to the eye - it flows so smoothly
and the language too flows effortlessly - If I'm reading it correctly, you are questioning the custom of collecting flowers for a bouquet because that transient display of beauty kills every flower in it - we kill without thinking but when one of our own dies we are possessed by grief, never acknowledging, or even realizing that we too are killers of the flower's life.
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I like this poem very much - the symmetry of its presentation on the page is pleasing to the eye - it flows so smoothly and the language too flows effortlessly - If I'm reading it correctly, you are questioning the custom of collecting flowers for a bouquet because that transient display of beauty kills every flower in it - we kill without thinking but when one of our own dies we are possessed by grief, never acknowledging, or even realizing that we too are killers of the flower's life.