You feel as if
a piece of your soul
breaks and falls away;
a part of your past too
when an old song dies.
But say goodbye you must.
And with each farewell
a thread unravels from the tapestry
of golden days that was your youth;
for nothing we hold in the heart
can stay forever.
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Sadly beautiful and softly gentle, your words find a place in the wind and blow quietly against my mind. Love this poem, sad yet soothing in a way. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn