Diandra Rose

Diandra Janelle Heaven Rose
I get bits of my life in random spurts
Like memories drifting by every once in a blue moon to seek refuge from a tumultuous mental ocean
These pieces,
These flashbacks,
Broken and full of life

Remind me who I was
And who I am

They are budding and dying flowers of the souls that have
shared precious time with me
And even after they pass
I linger behind their trails
Hoping that those pieces come up for air again
Once more……

-Diandra Rose

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