Pages of life are turned daily, containing moments of
our lives, passing by them without ever really noticing
their essence.
Always reaching into the nothingness of destiny, hoping
to find where we're headed, if only we'd take the time
to read and think about our pages in life.
We could find many treasures that we are overlooking,
smiles of our grandchildren, flowers blooming, leaves
blowing in the wind, clouds floating over us.
Love hiding within for another, as yet unrealized, just
waiting to be recognized and brought fully to life through
the love you can give them only.
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