Stories Collected While Living in France
Pressed between the pages of an old book
a name
a flower
and forgotten words.
Pressed within my heart
you are
and I will never be the same.
First love, one day we will bloom again in the same garden creating a magnificent bouquet!
Sunday Scribblings First Love
What a treasure. I wish we still were taught to sign our names in such a beautiful manner…
This is lovely. So sweet…and touching. Thank you for sharing!
Oh I love the handwriting! So beautiful!
what a wonderful and unexpected treasure. i used to do a lot of flower pressing when i was a kid. to this day we still find them smashed between pages.
I knew you would come up with something beautiful for this prompt. 🙂
Such a beautiful tribute to first love!
What a very lovely way to express your first love.
As usual Corey, you say so much but don’t give anything away. I love the mystery of your words.
you have said so much in these few words. i can’t help but one to know more, yet also i feel a bit content with this little, tiny glimpse.
That’s a lovely image to go with your words. This post reminded me of a Galway Kinnell poem “Two set out on their journey” which included the words “..and if the ancestors have pressed a love note for us” (that’s off the top of my head so I may not have it quite right)
So simple. So beautiful. So true.
What a lovely poem and warm tribute.
How beautiful. Simple, elegant, succint, poignant.
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