Broken blooms, please don’t cry, This stormy wind will soon pass by, And in your hearts, you must decide If blooming’s worth the pain. Broken blooms, your value holds, Even when life’s loss unfolds; Though trouble’s tragic wearing scolds, Your worth is your refrain.
Broken blooms, please don’t cry,
This stormy wind will soon pass by,
And in your hearts, you must decide
If blooming’s worth the pain.
Broken blooms, your value holds,
Even when life’s loss unfolds;
Though trouble’s tragic wearing scolds,
Your worth is your refrain.
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Of the poems that I’ve read on WordPress… this is one of the best. Great imagery, great story. Thanks.
Wow! Thanks!
Perfection from your pen!
*sigh* You made my day! 🙂
Yes–this is lovely too!
I am so amazed to see that those lilies are still spectacular, even in their brokenness… I am thinking that all these storms are an object lesson designed to help me learn a few things????
I sympathize with you because of the rain but I can’t help loving its impact on your garden, poetry and pictures 🙂
xoxo
It certainly does have a beauty all its own….
We are beautiful, even with our wounds. Lovely, Melody!
True – sometimes hard to see, but very true. Thank you for your lovely comment!
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