Waking to loss,
a sorrowing that runs a thread through the day.
The dream
lingers,
like foggy mist clinging
to the trees.
Even as the sun struggles through the grayness.
Dreaming of the beloved, and
of a life that is not,
may not ever,
Be.
Original prose & photograph by Terry Rowe. Please feel free to share this blog with others.
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Really like this one Terry and can certainly relate to it. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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