As I write this I may have flown away. Far embracing another star that accompanied me until dawn arrived.
Leaving you alone on earth with all the lamentations, submissions, and broken things.
Time is a good teacher. Make you steadfast and strong.
There is a sense that God entrusted only to be remembered, there is a sense that you just hug with longing, then blessed.
Wind presents a mild symphony Melt a tear that feels warm in the cheeks.
Remove your tears and wake up Do not be sad, do not cry, I hate if you do.
Understanding,
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