The tragedies of our existence reinforce the poignant and wistful beauty of fleeting moments.
Farewells and endearments left unsaid.
The lingering memory of those long gone.
The aching remorse of regrets.
The fading loveliness of the dying.
This is the yoke of the living.
Your writing is growing, SP. i am excited to read more.
ReplyDeletethat weight pressing on one's chest reading this. kudos!
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