Dec 15, 2022
memories of old give rise to sorrows untold but slowly grief fades though december days bring back the loss fresh every passing breath it is an ever present ache that lingers in songs in blue skies, rainbows, feathers, white roses and yet still i paint my life in brilliant gold
softly embraced in gentle arms i speak of you i feel your lips kiss my forehead - tears falling an ache in my heart but i still keep on going not alone; braver and to myself far more true painting my life in a sunrise's colourful hues humming along to one of our favourite tunes
