Pressed flowers or pressed fairies, it’s all the same to me,
a dream inside the pages of a book,
screaming to bring back a memory.
Of love or congratulations
or a quick and sudden end,
of friendly words and loving thoughts,
or of dear last moments
with what she thought was a friend.
Oh, give me that book,
to show my precious prize,
a simple gift of love
or the one of the fairy’s demise
It was the 29th of march (tuesday last week) when I pressed some flowers between the pages of ,,Edgar Allan Poe - Phantastical Stories'' ...or somewhat like that :)
I must say, they got very well for it was my first try :)
This flower was pressed the same day:
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