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Petals Upon the Wind

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Looking back to their love,

she could remember,

his words always so soft and tender –

like petals upon the wind.

Always there beside her,

holding hands,

laughing like children,

enjoying life –

so very much in love.

As time passed,

the loving words,

like a river that freezes,

in the wintertime –

stopped flowing.

Looking into smoldering dark eyes,

no brightness there,

the lies kept coming faster –

like petals upon the wind.

One day it all just ended,

leaving her to go on alone,

making her wonder –

where they’d taken the wrong turn.

Sparkling memories

and silver tears remained,

in the darkest night,

she could still see it all,

hear the words,

that once rang true –

now just petals upon the wind.

It made it harder,

in the summertime,

when she wandered alone,

along the garden paths,

seeing the many roses that bloomed,

remembering him there beside her,

knowing that when the autumn came,

it would also take the beauty of the roses –

scattering their petals upon the wind.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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