Dissolution, evaporation, the ending of our love
Like the rising of the morning mist, comes by slow degrees,
Imperceptible, inevitable, a slowly changing structure,
A change wrought in the heart before the mind.
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Hi Ellen! What a pretty and lovely poem... I enjoyed these realistic words (But neither has the courage to close the half-open door, ...) ! As you know, after the end of something there is another new horizons with a new begin... I was touched by this eulogy, these metaphors... so great! thank you x x