When Autumn blows,
when Winter snows,
when Summer slows,
when Spring plants grow,
I remember you.
You were my seasons,
and I was content,
to let you be my reason,
for taking the next breath.
Years have turned,
some dreams have burned,
and I have learned,
some memories do not return.
Each tiny part that disappears,
diminishes throughout the years,
the picture that I hold so dear,
and fills me with a desperate fear.
Will one day come,
under this sun,
when all that was our total sum,
dwindles down to none?
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Achingly, tenderly beautiful Claudette 🙂
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Ah, thanks Osyth.
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From the viewpoint of knowing I can say “that will never happen”.
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That’s good to know, thanks
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Lovely.
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🙂
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Beautiful ❤
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hanks for your kindness.
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Wonderful. A gentle wallop to the heart…
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Thanks Brian, that is what it feels like a lot, and sometimes it is not so gentle.
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What he said, a gentle wallop. This was beautiful, Claudette.
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Thanks CJ. It is weird how grief can be beautiful, but it is! It reminds me that I still love.
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Poignant words, Claudette.
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Thank Ruth, had a lot of words running through my head, they didn’t come out exactly as I wanted.
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A wise person once said “Sometimes sad is what you want.” I see you understand that. Beautiful
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I do understand it, hadn’t hear that before, but it is right. Thanks WD.
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