You can’t tell tulips
to unbloom,
you can’t unsing
last evening’s tune,
the shadow can’t undark
the moon,
you can’t unlove,
unbreathe, unswoon,
but wishes can be
ever wished
new bridges can be
ever crossed
so many kisses
still to kiss
before you unlive
unlaugh, dust.
love it. so fresh, so wise!
The rhyme is great but the ending is especially lovely. I like the un-parts of those last two lines, ending with such finality in dust.
it can’t be taken back, but there are still more opportunities for you to take
And I was thinking how we learn from our so called mistakes, how they become springboards for us
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