My silent executioner
leaving again so soon,
carving light out of darkness
a glimmer, a glimpse,
confessing to blue skies,
contentment without fear,
without pain, without reservation
reveling in these days,
owning accomplishments and failures,
accepting all the broken places,
any regrets disappear as we wrap
and rewrap our memoirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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owning accomplishments and failures, accepting all the broken places, any regrets disappear as we wrap and rewrap our memoirs. Verily, time creates memoirs, a glimmer, a glimpse, that wraps and unwraps our life. Loved reading it............10