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Smelling Truth |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida 
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Silent now, little flower. Once large to me. You withered, I watered, yet you could not drink for the twist of roots so thick. You have shrunk. The trueness so small even I was sad at the potential wasted in the crumpled heap you became. Little flower, I toss you. Without another thought There are more flowers to plant and pick that smell much better than the fertilizer they bury their roots in. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
ouch hon....you write it out so well and I read... and understand and simply hold your hand and say.....I know... very well done Susan. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
withering and deflating as you watch it happen, so sad this fragile life and love you write of with heart and soul |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Thank you Donna...flowers come and go..this one just couldn't flourish with all those tangled web of roots. and Michele... thank you, I love that you always understand. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" ~Sarah McLachlan~ [This message has been edited by Susan Caldwell (12-09-2004 12:03 PM).] |
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