Flowing water so full of life. Pooring down the slope. Grinding way for new. Fast like drops in a waterfall. Stopped to a halt by the cold, so cold. Iced memories. Still, like a photo. Thawing my frozen heart.
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I’m the same as you, but not the same. On this spot by greater forces. We co-exist, united.
Like reflections. Depending of light created eight minutes ago. In ancient H2O.
Like an island in the stream, caught in a maelstrom. Life streams on, flows past you. Stuck in vortex on an island of rose bushes. Tearing thorns from loss, beautiful flowers of memories. Stream of life passes by, calling you out again. How can I leave this island of roses? How can I leave this comfort of pain? Waiting for the flood to wash me of. Should I make a raft of rose bushes? A raft to float down the stream of life. A raft of loss and memories.
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How fragile You were held the first time.
How fragile You tried to fit in at school.
How fragile You tried to find meaning in life.
How fragile You tried to understand the world.
So loved You touched so many hearts, not knowing why.
So loved You now found peace.
For my son Edvin 3 Febuary 2000 – 13 August 2020.
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