When the last petal falls from the wilting blossom Is when your love will leave me The last remnants of what we shared Will lay lifeless on the cold hardened ground Our hopes and dreams to be scattered and swept away in autumn wind
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
Thanks for checking it out.
Christine
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Beautiful piece, Christine. Very moving.
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Anothr SPAM special from Nancy. Sorry I was slow opening this kind comment 🥰
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No worries, Christine. I hope mail is working now.
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It is now I’ve dug you out of SPAM again Nancy 😦 Thanks for hanging in there with me. I will get it sorted. Promise!
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Stunning ink Christine 💖🤗💖
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Thank you, Maggie. I really appreciate it. ☺️💗
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You are so welcome Christine 💖🤗
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There is such sadness in the end
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scattered and swept away in autumn winds … an apt description of the fallen petals, the fallen leaves, the lost love.
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This is heart-wrenchingly beautiful, Christine 💙💙
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Yet the spring will come around again.
Nice write. 👏
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Yes indeed it does and there will be new flowers 🌺 ☺️
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How sweetly sad.
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Sad but fantastic poem, Christine!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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A very moving poem
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Very tender and moving, Christine ! ❤️
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Thank you Punam. You’re so sweet 🥰
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You are very welcome. 🥰🥰
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Your poem brought to mind Beauty and the Beast.🥀
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Aww that’s sweet Melissa! ☺️💕
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