Once a golden idol,
now a simple mound of clay.
Once my heart's desire,
now devoid of life, faded all away.
And all that I gave, now lost
within our dark abandoned cave.
Like an uncomposed symphony,
never to be conceived.

By Shirl A. Steward 

~ This sounds like it's a sad thought but it can also mean that time passes, the way we see things changes and eventually we DO heal.~



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