would that flowers
lingered longer,
never fading…
but then we’d
miss the magic
of seeing them
bloom
the music ended
still, they danced
a song in their hearts
garden, honey drunk,
rain misting…a sea
of petals, purple,
rose red, pink
summer symphony
~kat
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July 1st, 2018 at 5:24 am
Your first poem on flowers recalls for me an earlier relationship in which the lady would become angry at any attempts to give her flowers. She couldn’t handle the sadness of seeing them die.
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July 1st, 2018 at 6:39 am
I am not a fan of cut flowers for that very reason Ron. 🙂
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July 1st, 2018 at 8:30 am
Love all three 💜
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July 1st, 2018 at 10:24 am
A lovely bunch Kat!
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July 1st, 2018 at 10:51 am
Thank you Peter.
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July 2nd, 2018 at 1:10 pm
Another set of Grooviness! 😎🥀
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July 2nd, 2018 at 3:15 pm
‘Twas a good time with the muse! 😊
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