hope
whispers
in
the rustle of limbs
leaves
lackadaisically
float
memories
dried leaves devoid of color
seasons
of marriage as walk on what once was
now dead
hope
whispers
in
the sliver of moon
wondering
if I am crazy in what I see
beauty
for me found in ordinary places
that
others walk by
hope
whispers
softly of restoration of brokenness
where
forgiveness
flows and mercy embraces
undeserved
love
expressed in spite of the pain
remembering
the good times we have had
19-298y
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