All have lost loved ones and some will lose loved ones. If you are mourning over them, then please, let go. I want to dedicate a poem to all those who have lost their loved ones, and will soon lose them as well...
A Precious Memory :
Under the apple tree in winter,
Under the starless night in autumn,
Under the lifeless moon behind the clouds,
Lies a precious memory.
On the grassy field that smells like ginger,
On the bed of flowers that smells like withered roses,
On the frozen lake beyond the town,
Lies a precious memory.
Above the the tallest building in the world,
Above the highest mountain that stands,
Above the lightest cloud that floats,
Lies a precious memory, of you.
Reflections
10 years ago
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