Celebrate, if you will,
Like the waves caressing the shore.
Gentle and lapping
Yet soon to fall away without
Having taken breath.
Ours, too, like honey dripping
And no child to taste the sweetness
Do we fall away and miss out.
The dance always comes
To an end.
We bow to the memory
For it is already gone
And we cast ourselves
Away again.
Lost in the ocean
Like waves.
The flow of life’s ups and downs adrift like the ocean’s waves that caress the shore.
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Ahhh… Indeed, it is true!
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You’ve depicted ordinary life in a beautiful way. The energy for excitement is not always there – we try, but …
I enjoyed this a lot 🙂
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Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed it! My wife read it this morning and she had a similar response! I guess I have more confirmation it turned out okay! ;-)))
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Yes, it was definitely OK! 🙂
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Great my dear friend. Really enjoyed reading it. 💖💕
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Thank you, Newtan!
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