Twisted pastel colors litter the floor near his feet like broken flowers.

I started to walk back when I noticed the broken flowers hanging from the edge of the garden.

From ground level at his side there came a faint mumbling and a crackle of broken flower stems.

I looked at the broken flowers.

There showed now something pallid flung on the ground, motionless, amid torn hair and broken flowers.

With Maggie clinging like a bur, he all but leaped up the stairs, leaving a trail of broken flowers in their wake.

It is a broken flower that loves an ill moon.

Their two frocks, blue and white, looked like two big broken flowers, driving and drifting upon the gale.

She looked again at the ground, at the broken flowers in their jars, at the earth which held the two corpses.

Soft, it slips to the floor, spilled on the hay like a broken flower.