Sunday, 11 September 2016

Blue ribbons

Of sadness, of hope
All intertwined.
Lives which are intertwined with ours
Or were
They leave a fragrance
Of all that was good in them
And it was all good
That we can get a whiff of from time to time
Sometimes it makes you cry
But later, it will just be the sweetness
And gratitude
That I got a bit of that fragrance as well.

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