Riding Waterfalls
Fallen buds from broken rose
ride soft on river’s flow,
Moving far from season’s shore
with memories in tow.
Open roads and waterfalls
carry the springtime’s tunes,
Snowflakes melt in early lights
of warming yellow moons.
Yesterdays move further out
from shifting sands of times,
Leaving shadows of the dreams
that linger far behind.
Mary wrote the letters long
of all that’s ever been,
Buried them in broken grounds
walked on by next of kin.
Butterflies moved from cocoons
then dried angelic wings,
One rose drinks from waterfalls
as the last springtime sings.
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