There is a certain melancholy that greets me as the seasons turn.
It speaks to me softly,
Reminding me of those I have lost,
And those I will lose.
It shows me that little in life is permanent,
Except change itself.
There is a certain melancholy that greets me as the seasons turn.
It speaks to me softly,
Reminding me of those I have lost,
And those I will lose.
It shows me that little in life is permanent,
Except change itself.
September 10, 2020 at 8:11 am
Beautifully spoken my darling ❤
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