pushing through
the hard cold ground
reaching for the warmth
tossed about
by harsh howling winds
beaten down
by driving torrential rains
opening to greet the sun
triumphant
plucked from the vine
drowning in water
dropping petals
turning brown
withering
dying
love
the hard cold ground
reaching for the warmth
tossed about
by harsh howling winds
beaten down
by driving torrential rains
opening to greet the sun
triumphant
plucked from the vine
drowning in water
dropping petals
turning brown
withering
dying
love
I don't understand why love dies, but sometimes it does.
Copyright 2011 Ramblings by Dawn. All rights reserved.
It never dies. If you love someone, that love never ever fully goes away. It may fall to the wayside or get buried deep down but never is love dead. Love is the greatest gift we can give or get, and although sometimes it hurts, it can also help mend and heal. We just have to let it.
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