Strength in the Wind
Pieces of ourselves left behind
evoke a hidden beauty,
sadness of loss, yet
to see the stars
in the dark waves.
Past,
present,
faulty gems.
Tears disguised in the rain,
we fly against the wind,
and our wings
grow stronger.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Really liked this poem.
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Thank you so much, Jerry.
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Yes, yes, yes. Much of what I have felt about memories and me lately. Thank you. Beautiful. Jane
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Thank you much, Jane.
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Each tear shed prepares us to wipe with confidence and determination.
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Yes, indeed.
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