Dried Petals in a Book

I opened your  book to read,

Several years they had rusted,

Shelved– lost, sad, trusted,

Tonight, at the crest of solitude,

With my feeble breath, I dusted,

In tenderness and in quietude,

Uncovered , unveiled, flipped,

Inside, found  flowers dried,

Now freckled, they winked ,

Your message conveyed,

That you had read,

Left but loved.

12 thoughts on “Dried Petals in a Book

  1. I love this! I think that the language works really well, think the layout is great and it leaves me feeling. Just feeling. Fab! Really liking the new look of your blog too, Jay. 🙂

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