Left
There's
nothing
left
to
feel
for
you
except
the faint
wish
that
it might
have
turned out
differently
nothing
left
to
feel
for
you
except
the faint
wish
that
it might
have
turned out
differently
Beginning
There’s
A slow
And steady
Warming
Of hearts
There’s
A slow
And steady
Forming
Dreams
A quietly
Growing
Comfort
Of companions
A subtle joy
Of newness
On the pathway
To beginning.
This must
Be
How
Love
Grows.
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