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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering
through our hearts,
thoughts of younger love,
of you and I
our boots swishing through the leaves,
holding hands
with gloves on,
and drawing you close,
smiling
in our autumn jackets.
My Love, do you remember
that day in the park?
Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.
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Within the safe haven of leaves and tree branches,
within the depth of the lake,
the stillness
of water reflecting,
the softness will whisper
of peace, of a healing within
bringing a quiet
to our spirits.
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The beauty of autumn brings encouragement,
lifting our spirits in a softer sun,
as a sense of peace envelops us
within the flowers.
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When our words are filled with light, they will go on living
beyond the page,
beyond our fears,
beyond our time even,
soaring into hope
and courage
strengthening
each other’s hearts.
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In our wounds disguised
we do not seek who we once were,
instead moving forward
we find ourselves
smoothing jagged lines
rejecting the temptation of bitterness
determined
we are the rivers creating
a new vision, of who we should be
in spite of the darkness.
We fight on.
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With the intensity of your light, we enfolded into each other
sitting on the park bench.
We sat there remembering our journey
as you placed your hand in mine,
I gently caressed your face
you tucked your head into my shoulder,
whispering
your prayer for me.
Do you remember the azaleas?
Note: This is about a couple encouraging each other, through chronic illness.
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As victory courses through our veins, yet hidden within
we can grasp a few lines,
discovering our light
and even a piece of hope
realizing
scars really can lose their power,
loosing control, or any influence at all
over who we are now.
Each of us river,
in our own right.
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