Pink flowers
Graced
The bed
Yesterday
Fluttering
In the breeze
As if to say
Isn’t it a lovely day?
Rains came
Winds grew
Now pink petals
Cover the ground
I don’t think
They are sad
Just seeing
The world
From a new
Perspective
Knowing
Their blooms will
Remain in memories
As they fade into dust
I wrote this poem at a recent writing circle with Ali Grimshaw. flashlightbatteries I continue to enjoy this process and the lovely people I’ve gotten to know. 💞
Piano Girl 
Beautiful – inclined to agree the petals likely delighted in the moisture – their destiny never was forever attached. (Humans might take note … )
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Thanks, Jazz. And I love your reflection-destiny never was forever attached. Agreed.
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I was explaining to my 4 year old the life cycle of flowers and that they can come back. Great words, good visions
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Beautiful imagery. I truly loved this piece.❤️💕
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Thank you! ☺️
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My pleasure.❤️💕
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A beautiful Poem!
Dwight
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Thanks! 🌸
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Lovely
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Thanks 😊
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