The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand
The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land
The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains
For every joy that passes something beautiful remains
I actually found this in a Signals catalog. It didn't list who the author is, but I think it's beautiful.
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2 comments:
Sari,
this poem is so beautiful! It makes me want to cry...
Sonia
that is beautiful! thanks for sharing.
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