Quiet Musings

The Struggle Is Real

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Too much love

to settle for money

Too many bees

to make enough honey

Time stood still 

when it came to a choice

Ears that would listen

could not hear your voice

In the depths of the forest

a soft rising mist

A spirit is peaceful

its journey is swift

Gently embracing

all it can touch

To nourish the souls

that love him so much

A morsel of moisture

a tear for an eye

As memories linger

a wrenching goodbye

Better for knowing him

lucky to feel

The permanent mark

of a person so real

                                                                                                          - Lynda McConnell                                       

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