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Faded and forgotten
A stalk of wilted flower
broken pencils on the floor
circles etched on wood
that's a memory of me
red red rose
petals dried between pages
of a tear spattered diary
left dusty on a shelf
just a flower
discarded and forgotten
wilted on glass vase
casting shadows on the wall
that's me.
broken pencils on the floor
circles etched on wood
that's a memory of me
red red rose
petals dried between pages
of a tear spattered diary
left dusty on a shelf
just a flower
discarded and forgotten
wilted on glass vase
casting shadows on the wall
that's me.
Published 3rd Apr 2019
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4th Apr 2019 6:12am
Grace those are stirring images. You know I am always a message away. *hugs*
Daniel
Daniel
4th Apr 2019 8:28am
5th Feb 2020 2:24am
Awe Grace.......I feel like a wilted flower often........I’m sure though you would be very hard to forget........you’re a gracious soul in so many ways.......you’ve touched many lives from what I see and feel.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
