An Ode to Goodbyes
As breezes blast tugging away the dreams,
we carried within our baskets of spring. The homemade jellies and delicate creams,
of our sun lathered picnics heart’s will sing.
The times we weave into our threshold’s clothes,
will offer warmth during Winter’s pure nights,
and make these days remain the most we blame.
We hold so high our wide eyes to love's shows,
and never critique any backstage sights,
if we do such, we'll not know goodbye’s shame.
EaS
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