Falling Apart

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

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The V Pub says:

Jan 28, 2020 at 1:03 am

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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1. Cassa Bassa says:
  
  Jan 28, 2020 at 7:16 am
  
  True Rob, new ground, new soil, nutritious flower bed. You are a gardner indeed. 💚
  
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bejamin4 says:

Feb 22, 2020 at 10:52 pm

This is really striking.. You have such a way with words. It’s exciting.

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1. Cassa Bassa says:
  
  Feb 22, 2020 at 11:11 pm
  
  Thanks Ben! I appreciate your comment. Hope to write together again.
  
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