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An attempt to capture how simple traditions can evoke such precious memories.


B1n5kwmccaarnxiby Jeannette Heywood10 Dec 2014

Light and white, fluffy, like snowflakes.
Flower girls stoop to pluck them for keepsakes.

A rainbow of paper o'er us floats down.
It sticks to our hair, your sleeve and my gown.

Some falls swiftly to ground a rainbow path we now tread.
Some slowly, gently, flutters overhead.

With each handful blessings they bestow.
For true love between us ever to flow.

A colourful cloud the two of us covers.
Soul-mates, now spouses and forever lovers.

We watch paper charms of good luck glide us by.
Our future wishes and dreams alongside them fly.