Falling Petals ● POEM

  She was a flower That he picked And called beautiful As she fell slowly Petal by petal Until almost empty Only a whisper Could be heard By the last petal: He loves me not.. ● ©️Christina de Vries  

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Gone ● POEM

    She searched for him At the bottom  Of every glass In the color Of every sunset In the wrinkles Of every face But not until  She stopped looking Did her eyes open ● ©️Christina de Vries  

The Lost Sound

She sat on the porch and looked out over the big garden that stretched all the way down to the river that slowly passed by. Hopeful and waiting she studied each meter, but mostly she listened. Her ears were searching for that sound that had been with her for as long as she could remember.... Continue Reading →

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