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I beckon you
“PRESSED with a nod and
a gentle smile.

FLOWERS” Then,
I place the crown
on your head,
Our happiest moments, Ceremoniously—
like flowers in full bloom, Taking a moment
are beautiful, and fleeting. to let you feel and
Gone, once they wither. accept its weight,
Gone, come winter. the honour, and
Our eyes aching for the sight, the responsibility.
Once spring is over.
And my smile
Maybe that’s why we becomes wider,
press them between the pages tinged with pride,
of our most cherished books, as the golden circlet
trying to capture the beauty rests beautifully
Keep them safe upon your head
in the archive we call memories. Like it was meant to be,
Shoring them up for when Like it has always been
The cold of winter is all you remember,
and you’re left longing for warmth, Darling,
for sunshine on your face. It is now yours.
Yours to cherish,
And when those times come, To take to greater heights.
you dust off the old book—
An album of memories, I hope it weighs not on you,
of pressed flowers I hope It falls not
and reminisce. To your throat, and tighten
becoming a noose instead

“CORONATION” I hope you can find it in you
to devote yourself
to the cause,
The time has come And find pride in it.
to hand over the reins. I hope it stays stable and
to give away this treasure Light—bringing joy, elation.
that I’ve guarded
with everything in me, I wish you blue skies
My legacy.
and fair winds.
And finally,
So, I take off the gilded crown I bid you adieu.
nestled carefully atop my tresses, With a heart,
some strands come loose and eyes too,
settling slowly to frame my face.
that’s swelling with pride.

Meanwhile,
I beckon you Written by Hadhia Farah
standing there ID: 1062193
in all your glory—
Your face glowing,
Almost ethereal.