Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Precious

 



How precious those people and objects become
When we know they are soon to be missed
How we long to hold on a bit tighter than ever
Holding onto them with a tight fist

Those who are here today gone tomorrow 
With no warning of what was yet to be
A yearning heart a silent prayer
Whispers of love come back to me




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