From the quiet corners of
the past.
Never full chapters;
But pieces of a puzzle that
Needed to be put together,
An inseparable tonic between
Then and now.
Willing to forget the feeling
Of bad times with a joke
And a smile;
The good times become
A heavenly while,
They're instruments of fate;
For future to relate,
And personal journeys to be
Reshaped.
you have a way of touching the heart of the matter VF
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Thanks Moonshineday, glad the words resonate with you.
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