Put in pails,
to the side of the road
If only
we could toss out regret
There'd be a landfill,
sky high...
Where bundled bouquet flowers go...
To die...
Minds recall
what the
heart
can't
forget
Beautifully poignant. I have my own bundle to lob too. Thank you karen
Perhaps a compost of countless wilted bouquets from which inadvertent seeds germinate and hope buds anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully tender requiem to a heart's memory of faded flowers and broken dreams.