I've come to peace with the idea that loosing means I've been blessed once,
More memories, more faces in itself a countless of sweet embraces and each goodbye is part of the tale I tell,
A story told with bittersweet trail,
But in between goodbyes and hellos lies a collection of memories that transcend time and glow,
Maybe loosing another is a kind of grace because it only means I've actually had something special to lose,if that is not a blessing I don't know what else is.
- Author: Job Welime ( Offline)
- Published: December 6th, 2023 06:40
- Category: Love
- Views: 1
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