poem about loss
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Everyone I love leaves in the spring. Melting away with the winter snow, Floating away on the wind Like stone fruit flowers. Just as life begins, Something else ends.
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I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams
Bringing Mae Flowers 