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​Our lives passed

Ever so briefly,

Two ships 

Sailing in the night,

Where the hours 

Felt like minutes,

The weeks like days. 
Now as the sun wanes

At summer’s end,

Seasons fold

Into each other,

The cycle

Sings anew.

Gather while you can. 
What remains 

Of this love? 

A handful of ashes 

A cup of tears 

Ready to be sowed,

For hope to rise 



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