How come
I cannot gather the crumbs
from the floor
They were once
sweet aromatic
home baked cookies
They were once
kneaded with
loving hands
They were once grains
scattered around
waiting to be moulded
into one
Falling Apart
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How come
I cannot gather the crumbs
from the floor
They were once
sweet aromatic
home baked cookies
They were once
kneaded with
loving hands
They were once grains
scattered around
waiting to be moulded
into one
And they were once flowers growing in a field. Sometimes old crumbs need to be swept away, and new flowers gathered for a new cookie.
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True Rob, new ground, new soil, nutritious flower bed. You are a gardner indeed. 💚
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This is really striking.. You have such a way with words. It’s exciting.
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Thanks Ben! I appreciate your comment. Hope to write together again.
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