Flowers scattered by the sea
In broken promises left unsaid
Washed away with rising tides
A song of sadness
A word of regret
My mind wonders when finding flowers by the sea
What dreams are washed away
What dreams have been misled
Or on the other hand
Was it a celebration by the water's edge
A profusion of flowers too many in the hand
Scattered in celebration with a hug and love embraced.
One will never know for sure,
But certainly my mind can dream
Of laughter, joy, or tears
While standing beside the water's edge.
~m.miller
Have you ever come across flowers left on the ground and wondered? I always do!
I love making stories in my mind.
Have a great week, dear friends!
