Nailed it 🙂
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved
and where all your yesteryears are buried deep,
leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.
Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour
because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones,
vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud,
formidable from a distance.”
Whispers slip out between scented branches…
caught lingering between the twinkling lights.
Each bauble, each ball, each special tangible memory calls out from ages past…
transporting the now to the then.
Broken, chipped, bent or faded…it matters not–
the flood of what once was cascades down upon the unexpected.
Voices long since silenced are suddenly as clear as a bell…
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