With love,life feels God’s blessings…

A poem relating the loss of innocence to a flower being crushed.

Love.

You never listened to me.

What comes goes, because good things never last.

You and a flower…

Poetry~ Reflection.

What perspective we have on life; solely of our own doing~

This poem was written, quite awhile back as I gazed across our rose garden and got a shot of the beautiful roses, all decked with hue and enhanced by the sunlight after the pouring rains, which served constantly to remind us how delicate as roses we really are, and not to be missued, or ignored or left alone to die without a cause. Listen or read the words and picture yourselves as one of those beautiful "roses" because whether you know it or not, hypothetically speaking we truly are like the roses in God’s beautiful garden. Enjoy!!!!!

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An original poem.