A pressed flower

Faded like a pressed flower in a book
Once as vital as a flying hawk
I see your image wherever I dare look

The wallpaper has faces,kind,astute
Yet they cannot see, they cannot talk
Faded like a pressed flower in a book

Your mind was wide and yet your thouht acute
On Sunday afternoons we liked to walk
I see your image wherever I dare look

We liked to share our thoughts without dispute
Though nearby was the gap that ever yawned
You faded like a dying flower ,I knew

I got the China cups and made a cake
The anniversary was too far, it had no dawn
I see your image wherever I dare look

After navigating all the storms
You entered into willing, smiling calm
Faded like a pressed flower in a book
I see your image wherever I dare look

Global?

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After seeing a comment in The Times that
“Going on holiday is a Human Right”
I was made more aware of how people with money
do not know thst many people can’t afford any holidays.

Also, did anyone ever wonder whether people and goods flying vast distances
across the world would have any negative consequences?
Apart from the fuel being expensive, it means viruses can be transported in the
same way