
In a blink, the world can shift, treasures fall like autumn’s drift.
What you held, both bright and near, can vanish, leaving silence clear.
The laughter fades, the echoes still, dreams dissolve against the will. Hands once full now grasp the air, reminding hearts of what’s not there.
Yet in the loss, a seed is sown, to teach the soul what can be grown.
For though the moment may be gone, its shadow lingers, carrying on.
Wonderful words, so lovely! 🌠🌠✨✨
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