The brightness of the things that were
Like summer sun warm on the skin
Now shadows cast, and blind her gaze
And endless days to night give way
Until they set, horizons crimson
Set ablaze just one last time
No more remembers, dawn will come
Follows the embers, She remembers him no more
And light once more reveals her beauty
Safe in the warmth, new days embrace
Seems so sad, but I noticed a little bit of hope sprinkled in there at the end. 🌤🌈☀️🌷
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Beautiful words Michael, just like the sky.
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Thansk L, hope youre well!
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Nice blog ✨
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Nice writing Micheal!
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So far so good Michael – hope to stay the same and hope you and your family are well.
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Thanks very much 🙂
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