leaving life alone
to never know the beauty
of being in full bloom.
Rather to prune frozen feelings
of a life left unfulfilled
than to allow the rot
of the past
to prevent a healthy start
in Spring’s new beginnings.
Winters will pass.
New blooms will be revealed.
This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55
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