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Only One To Cry

The flower wilts,
Then it tilts,
As it dies,
Yet no one cries.

Beauty gone, never to return,
A love you spurn,
A love wilting,
And tilting,

As it dies,
With only one to cry.



Inspired by the late, great Patsy Cline.

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  • SilentPoetress
    October 24
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    wilting and dying little by little, I know just how that feels.
    great write.


  • light to a dreamer gold member
    October 12

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    This was beautiful and sad. I like the flow and the feeling. Very well done could read on and on with poems like this


  • Stirrer of Stardust
    October 9

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    "I'm always walking, after midnight
    Out in the fire light
    Just like we used to do
    I'm always walking, after midnight
    Searching for You....."

    I don't know if that's exactly right, but that's what comes to moving lips. Seemed like an appropriate response.....

    Thanks for the wonderful write & remembrance!

    Love & Blessings,

    ~ ~ Janet ~ ~

  • A floatingleaf silver member
    October 8

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    Deep thoughts here, very nice...loved Patsy Cline...