Friday, November 24, 2017


The tide recedes but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but a gentle
warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet it echoes on
in a sweet refrains....
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.

I kept looking at this young lady
to finally why she looked so sad,
"I have just lost someone that I loved
so much in my life, hope wherever
they go, they will find the love that
the could not give or receive....".

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