In years to come when to our Graves we lie,
Under Radiant Sun and Sable Sky-
Someone will find an Album Aged,
That tell of of a Life on a fragile page.
And by that Wondrous Soul the Studies give,
They will learn at once that Beauty lived.
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Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Such nice rhyme in this piece that tells of finding remnants of us in the future
Appreciate you Reading. Thank you.
My pleasure Kevin
Nice write
Thank you for your message. And Reading.
Kevin, my friend, what a beautiful and tender piece. I have always felt that preserved photographs and stories offer future generations more than information...they carry evidence that someone mattered and made this world lovelier by being here. This really moved me. Wonderful write! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. It's based on someone I know: but NEVER would show it to them. Thank you for the fave.
This poem feels like a gentle promise to time itself, that something of us will endure in quiet pages and remembered beauty. There’s a graceful, hopeful tone here that makes the idea of legacy feel tender rather than distant.
You Summed it up perfectly. Thank you.
I sure hope that someone does/ a nice piece of retrospective work 🤗
Thank you. Appreciate your Comments. 👍
You are welcome 🙏🏼
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