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Love In The Passing Season

The book was temporarily closed
Giving silence to the world of hope
The cold breeze traveled swiftly
To the street that I left blankly

Waves were serene as the moon illumined
Embracing placidity around
Letting the wind dance my hair
Freezing my longing being to air

Seasons passed and I changed
Only the letters unpaired
Hearing as the sky dropped its tears
And the horizon gave howling winds

The waves gets wild yet here I stayed
Waiting to be in touch with the sunray
Keeping patience well treasured in
The soul of holy to the given mean

From all the maybe's
Of all days and seasons
Maybe tomorrow, or next year
Or after three more years

Every pages will be filled with laughter
Which we find sweet
Like acrylic paint might've mixed
To capture moments of God's grace

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Written: October 14, 2023
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