Sometimes it's like the snow
It appears one day
Stays for a time
And then fades away into nothing.
Most times it's non-existent.
But the best of times
I be hoping,
Miracles
Will
Happen
Everyday.
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For the Love of Tulips and Stars
PoetryWe all feel the loss of something that is a close part of ourselves.
