In my rear-view mirror
Landscapes slip away
In a constant hurry
They just slip away
Destination looks closer
But I won’t slow down
I’m enjoying this ride
I will not slow down
Another thunderstorm
Then a bright sunny day
A tear and a smile
Just another sunny day
Long days crawling
In a blink of the eye
I’m enjoying this ride
And I don’t know why.
Moving ahead is always the better option. I’m glad you are enjoying the journey as well.
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Thanks, I think I am a lucky man in the end…
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There is a strong lyrical feel to this poem – I’d love to hear it put to a melody. I like the feeling of movement that accompanies your sentiment here.
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Thanks a lot Chris. I had a melody in my mind indeed! π
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Beautiful to imagine you on that journey. Not knowing why means you are just living it, embracing it, enjoying it. Bravo π
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π β€
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Perhaps it shows that the healing has begun in earnest. Sometimes I think when we lose and grieve a love it’s a lot like losing a person to death. You cry, you’re inconsolable, you’re haunted by their presence every where you look… Then one day you accidentally really smile at something, and you feel maybe a little guilty, And pretty soon you find you’ve forgotten about the trauma for a while altogether and you laugh right out loud… It sounds like you’re well on your way to healing, my friend? {{{HC}}}
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I agree and yes, digging this huge dune of sand with my coffee spoon is starting to pay. I can finally see the sea on the other side. Literally, these days! π Hugs my sweet Calen
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So sad: in trying to get to your blog I clicked unfollow. On the upside: upon further inspection I found it worth subscribing a second time ; )
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Then welcome back, my lost ewe… π
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Thank you for stopping by and for the like π btw nicely written!
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