Falling With Flying
All florets of hope fly from my heavens...
Do not catch, don't, Please with hands...
They will start to cry, to cry by pearl tears...
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Your 'florets of hope' are certainly fragile and tender-hearted. Your poem is a plea for gentleness in a rough and tumble world. Beautiful. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥