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The Dance of Life
The dance of life? A fleeting race.
Love's tender touch? A whispered grace,
Endings lurk in a shadowed death.
Our hearts short-lived. Our loves soon fade.
To death we carry all that we’ve made.
Until we find our final breath.
Love's tender touch? A whispered grace,
Endings lurk in a shadowed death.
Our hearts short-lived. Our loves soon fade.
To death we carry all that we’ve made.
Until we find our final breath.
Published 15th Jun 2023
Author's Note
Just thinking about my future and the future of those I love.
Edited a couple of photos from mother's files to reflect the brevity of life and the changes we experience.
Edited a couple of photos from mother's files to reflect the brevity of life and the changes we experience.
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15th Jun 2023 4:21pm
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16th Jun 2023 3:14pm
The final line reminded me of how Emily Dickinson's verses were crafted. Very well done.
18th Jun 2023 1:39am
