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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Faded Bloom















Time fades our beautiful blooms.
A single blossom tossed aside,
holds the power to inspire, thoughts inside.
Love that remains at the end of the day,
pushes us forward, changing our way.
To bloom again, a love so great.
A love that never leaves,
never dies or fades away.

11 comments:

  1. love that remains at teh end of the day...nice...love is what brings forth that new life...and an eternal love is a beautiful thing...

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  2. I agree with Brian, forever love is the goal all right. I like the insight that things we toss aside can be the very things that may have driven us onward.

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  3. Such a love is the goal of all, too bad many never find it for many a reason.

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  4. Lovely write Gwen--the love that remains at the endof the day is the only one worth having

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  5. "Love that remains at the end of the day,
    pushes us forward, changing our way.
    To bloom again..."

    Love remains...to bloom again. Elegantly simple and profound. Lovely.

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  6. Strange how something seemingly insignificant can revive a world of thought and memory within us, and yet they do. A friend visiting my apartment for the first time the other day said: 'You have surrounded yourself with memories.' I took this as a compliment. As an ex-pat I take particular delight in small things which evoke delightful memories. Beautifully captured!

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  7. To picture love like a bloom that inspires is a wonderfully feeling. did you take this picture?

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    1. Thank you. Yes, I did take the picture. :)

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  8. I love how the bloom described herein never leaves, dies or fades away. This almost has a fabled quality to this. Well done.

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  9. Awesome. Just moments ago I was staring at my dead African violet plant, and said aloud, "I killed her." I was thinking there was a story or poem in that moment, and by golly here it is. I'm just going to use your poem (not really) and add another line; "unless you murder it"
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/a-promis-comes/

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  10. This is beautiful Gwen,
    Would love for you to submit this for the Spring Anthology!
    DiAnne

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