https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/witness/
I witnessed every droplet
In the petals’ pocket.
They were like pearls
In the oyster, waiting to be found.
But the wind carried them away, in a blink.
They didn’t get a chance to even get found.
Leaving the petals alone to cry like,
A howling hound.
( My rose plant helped me to write this poem.)
Impressive!
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Thank you
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Hmmmm but hey they may have been carried to someone else who needed that drop more. .ππ
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True!
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