Our Flowers

by Gem   Jun 15, 2005


I watched the flowers grow,
In the beds that we planted.
They grew into the sky,
Only to wither and die.
I was on my knees,
Crying out for loss
Of the splendour we did tend.
But you, my friend,
Knelt down beside me
And lovingly whispered-
‘The years to come will hold
More beautiful fields of gold.’

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  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Amazing last two lines! I mean the entire piece is good, but the ending is sterling! Just breathtaking....well done~Holly