Petals in the breeze,
beautiful but torn.
Gentle whispers from a wounded soul,
floating silently in the empty space
of a broken heart.
Scattered by the drifts of wind,
taking paths unknown.
Alighting, only to pick up and fly again.
Caressing the view of futures perceived,
destinations unknown and visions unseen.
Delicate reminders of what was
and what is yet to come,
dancing across a field of hopes and dreams.
The Restless Poet 
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