Everything was soft that day...
Like the color of grace or
The scent of mercy.
The air, the sun, and the wind were all soft.
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As hours go by, emptiness only serves as a sole reminder to the soulless.......something toremember when feel free or sit in idleness.. it is just an sweet rememebrence ...lovely poem to be rememebred....10 red mine.. innoence regained...mary to marry..... miss i miss you...as a friend
memories are like eggs.. you keep the good.. and get rid of the bad.. i like your poem.