Never Ends
Wonder do I why this book is closed.
Be it that what is written has ended.
That our eyes no longer see that
which was the story told.
Fond memories our hearts now heavy.
Put not this book away for in your sorrow
from time to time; visit the fond memories.
There to find comfort within the pages
Of that where the writing never ends...
©2013Words the Windows to the Soul
Mark
ReplyDeleteno one can take our memories for they live in our harts for ever
Thinking of you at this sad time
Sue
I'll never put your book away ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteWhere are you, Mark? Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThose are beautiful words, Tank. :-) Where did you go?
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