Plucking Blossoms
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Plucking blossoms from graves of loss, hoping to
find some part of their love still existing within
them.
Carefully placing them in water, a beautiful vase
of remembering from all the years together.
Watching from one day to the next, seeing nothing
but the withering decay of what used to be a perfect
love.
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