The End of Forever Never Comes


The breeze of life is but so soft,
Starting slow and upward does grow.
Heart that beats with every new twist,
Only to soul when all is still.

The rain then comes with touching hurt,
Pain so thundering ends in alert;
That the wind grown, comes now calm.
Nothing to do, but times of memory.

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