We leave various hues and
patterns of our lives in
the passing seasons,
pause to reflect in those
somber moments
baffled by the smudges
as mistaken-love affair
or breaches out of despair
we somehow pull through
then turn, armed with
gained insight to tackle
the coming winter
We embrace arduous
repetition of seasons
the intrinsic beauty of
renewal that follows
juxtapose colors
and forms of our days
*
It happened again, the mass killing!
This time not by a terrorist but an insane person.
A man fired gun at the innocent, music lovers in concert
in Las Vegas, killing at least 59 people and jnjuring numerous
people. Prayers and condolences go to the victims and their
families.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren Blog)
The insight, yes it does help in the coming winter.
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Such a shame that this gentle poem preceded your last, necessary, paragraph
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Yes, I know. 😦 Thank you so much for the comment.
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Good to see you back. : ) Thank you so much for the comment.
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