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.
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!