I, had my marker <br />I made my way <br />And the chances not taken <br />Have all slipped away <br /> <br />There are the leaves <br />Scattered over the grave <br />There lie the dreams <br />As fate has it's say <br /> <br />The cold wind blows <br />The chances not taken <br />Into the darkness <br />Will never be 'waken <br /> <br /> <br />Flowers <br /> Are made of petals <br /> Earth, <br /> Wind, <br /> Rain, <br /> And sunlight too. <br /> <br />Then there are <br /> Flowers not <br /> Seen <br />Made of the <br /> Eveningtime dew<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notebook-scraps/
