fragile petals
lend their wispy presence
to the grandeur of a flower,
the magic of a garden
-the fleeting grace
of nature’s miracles
the gardener waters plants
hands cupping life
feet crushing a fallen petal
he nurtured
but failed to recognise
its independent existence
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“hands cupping life
feet crushing a fallen petal”
Such weight in these two lines.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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A nice touch of profundity!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Wow! Beautiful poem, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Yvette!
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This is incredibly deep and profound, Reena 💙
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Glad you found it so. Thanks, Sanaa!
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Reena, this is a tender, thoughtful poem, you capture fragility and regret without melodrama🙌
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Thanks, Ange!
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Amazing, a petal is so fragile.
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Their contribution is underestimated.
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❤
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Oh wow! This is profound.
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Thanks again!
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💜
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loving that second stanza especially. The smallest part of the whole can often add the most to the beauty/success to the whole.
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Thank you, Lillian!
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The petal goes unnoticed… so sad (and so common)
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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