I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Delicate beauty and fragile…
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Gone all too soon….
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Ah, we humans have that tendency…..sigh……….beautifully expressed.
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Thanks Sherry.
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Such power in a few lines – so well done.
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Thanks Myrna, that is much appreciated.
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all too human (K)
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