Loss of former days.
Candles burned at both their ends
Gutter into rest.
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I got a vivid picture from your poem.
Thanks, Meredith.
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Such a clear image you have created. So good. Thank you.
I’m glad you like it, JoHanna. Thanks.