Seeds we've all sown, nourished and nurtured through our
thoughts, ideas and feelings through the years, climbing
mountains, crossing deserts and finding our way.
Going through mazes of forests and jungles, everything
blossoming joyfully at times in life when loss or grief
hits us squarely.
Sorrow spilling it's tears of sadness and relieving our
souls of the heaviness that it definitely causes both
waking and sleeping.
Crying and laughing, all taking our lives into gardens of
caring and loving, one day all coming to an ending on our
last horizons.
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Yes indeed, all coming to an ending on our last horizons, the path of life penned with both tears and joy, I love this gem!