My angel touched my shoulder today...
spoke to my soul...
and in my solace...
I welcomed his presence.
He spoke softly...
in the brightest light...
of a warm September afternoon...
reminding me...
that bouquets of memory and respect...
had been placed upon the ground...
of a tragic moment in the hearts of millions.
As tears...
made their way from my heart...
to the surface...
transporting through my visual outlet...
my angel reminded me...
of an emotion...
not so uncommon...
to all touched by this sadness.
It was the comfort of his voice...
and his assurance...
that the tears of all mankind...
would forever claim the reality...
of flowers picked too soon...
and that the waters...
of mankind's soul...
would keep them alive...
within us forevermore.
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Cryssa
Always,
Rene
Regis
would forever claim the reality...
of flowers picked too soon...
Absolutely Poetic...makes one feel so, so revered...
So glad I came back to breathe in this this bouquet, John
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Be safe,
Karen
Peace be with you
William
Thank you for these words of remembrance and strength. It is always a comfort to know that flowers give seeds to rebirth of the spirit.
Best regards,
Chris
Bouquets of memory should be on every tombstone.
Georg
Thank you for this beautifully scented bouquet of memory. May we always remember and never forget. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
susan
enjoyed.....
Art Sun...