Rain falling softly
Tenderly touching leaves, and
Dancing in puddles
Monday, January 16, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Saving Grace
Why did you leave?
I cannot say.
We loved you so.
From day to day.
We never knew.
It hides sometimes.
A fatal flaw?
A word unkind.
You did not say.
A silent scream.
You did not care.
Too much it seems.
What could we do?
No more, no less.
A final word?
A soft caress.
What then remains?
A quiet place.
Forgiveness then?
A saving grace.
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