…the flowers that find you.


Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.


38 thoughts on “…the flowers that find you.

      • Speaking of Sparky – I have a darling photo of him – offering you his little golden heart – to be posted soon! I always look forward to your poems and photos to brighten my day πŸ™‚

  1. weight2lose2013 says:

    “You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears” – that is one of the most beautiful descriptions that I’ve ever read. It would work very well with music. ❀❀❀❀❀❀

  2. Hi Kismet, more one lovely poem. I like all the words you got for it. And the colours too, blue boat, red ballon and hearts made of gold. You always have lots of inspiration. Hugs!

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