Waltzing through nighttime beauty, thinking of many things
relevant to life's meaning.
Somewhat long in times of grace, sorrow grasps arms of
love in moments of honesty and truth while everlasting peace
continues down back streets of memory's mind.
Filling hallways with pictures and mementos of love's
beginnings in transit as we travel down lonely pathways
alone in calm serene grief.
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