Flowers

A Poem

I needed closure
So I took a walk
Down a lane
Of memories

Lined with beautiful flowers
In different colours

How I miss the scent 
Of those sweet blooms

They were never mine
Yet so wonderful to behold
For a while

But like all flowers
They wither and die
In their time

And I
Must move on
Somehow

Spring is coming
There will be new flowers
More colours
Perhaps more vibrant
Than before

There’s always a promise
Of more

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