There is with the change of season
a bit of melancholy
- a longing to hold fast
to what must inevitably pass.
Yet there remains a element
of stillness
then peace.
For what we long to hold close
is what we have loved.
And even though all things must pass away -
our love remains -
the emptiness
is filled
with
memory
and
love
that will not die.
Janene Baadsgaard
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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