Tag: Loss
In the quiet corners of our minds, we pen,
A tribute to a love that has no end.
In the softest strokes, a memory painted,
Of a loved one's voice, now sacred and sainted.
In ink of sorrow, joy, and love combined,
We write, we remember, in the heart and mind.
Each word, a whisper of a time now past,
Yet in our hearts, these memories will last.
For words are powerful, time machines in play,
Taking us back, to a different day.
So we write, we remember, in the throes of night,
To keep their memory burning bright.
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