I am a flower
Whose petals
Have become
Rough and torn
Frayed and forgotten
Wilted and withering
And yet I’m still here
Weepy yet hopeful
Droopy but optimistic
Dejected yet confident
Because I know
That someday
I will bloom again
© 2019 Michelle Cook
That’s why seasons change
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Very true… 😉
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And the flower produces seeds and emerges and is reborn each year to express the same beauty of form. All depends upon how we look at life 🙂 🙂
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So very true… Thanks David. 😉
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You are my flower 🌹
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😉 🌼
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This is a favorite!
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Thank you Oneta. ❤️
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🌸
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