Goodbyes sharpen sorrow sought in knowing,
Questions why and how death transmutes all time,
Farewells find pained pleasure in past knowing
Shared memories, now shrouded, once sublime.
Goodbyes taint the wonder felt in chances
Life would last and sad endings were a lie,
Farewell’s truth, untempered circumstances
Lost, the fleeting moments, censured to die.
Tho’ goodbyes break hearts with swollen starkness,
Unsheltered from the form of wailing near,
Tho’ farewells fling souls to doom and darkness,
Whispered voices can ease our unshed tears.
Goodbye to fears and could have tales we told,
Farewell to grief, each heart the light must hold.
Beautiful, I especially love your last line.
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Thank you, Chess.x
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Truly lovely AM xx
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Thank you, Jen.x
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Most welcome sweety xx
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this is beautiful in the shades of farewells, we never won’t to have to say
Thank you for a good read this morning
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
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Thank you, Maryrose. I hope you’re well.x
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This is so beautifully written! Really liked ‘Goodbyes taint the wonder felt in chances’. Just a few days back I was thinking of goodbyes and how we all definitely need more hellos 🙂
To wonder hidden in chances! xx
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Thank you, Himani. Hellos are much more my thing too. Here’s to those chances.x
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I love this poem. Especially the last line 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂 x
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