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Confetti for the Unwed

Springs confetti never fell for us
That does not mean it wasn’t love
We were never just water under the bridge
My heart will always echo that kiss

Sometimes the timing is all wrong
Just one misplaced beat and the song is gone
There are truths that only my heart knows
Sometimes a winter frost kills the seeds we sow

© 2016 Peter Anstiss

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Comments
  1. There is such truth in this post. Excellent piece, in my humble opinion.

  2. Beautifully written. Such is love sometimes however when frost kills something and it is over a new bloom may start as part of its survival

  3. Love the post and photo which coincides with my mother’s birthday. 🙂

  4. Profound
    N
    Beautiful pic

  5. Such nostalgia in the title and poem, and perhaps in the tree, gazing at all those lost petals. I haven’t seen a cherry tree in that way, but I won’t be able to see it another now.

  6. petescribes says:

    Finding the beauty in sadness is what I was aiming for (it keeps us all going) thank you for taking the time to read and comment 🙂

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