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Scattered
by Alison McKenzie
Hovering between worlds,
Between cities,
Between realities,
The petals of two dozen roses
Meant to lead me home,
Scatter, now,
In the fierce winds of change.
Their fading scent
Haunt a darkening path
Through a dying garden.
But I will press forward.
I must find the gardener.
04/17/2015 Posted on 04/17/2015
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/17/15 at 01:49 PM lest the gardener find you first, via his own strewn petals. lovely, this garden of words, ever in bloom. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/07/15 at 02:30 PM Don't know how I missed this gem. I'm glad to see it and know it is POTD! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/07/15 at 11:42 PM I'm not sure how I missed this...it's gorgeous. Congrats on POTD! |
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