Photo: “The Crossing” by JM, 8/1/2025
The train just passed, the light broke through,
The sunset whispered thoughts of you.
Though shadows fall and skies turn gray,
Your warmth still finds me in the day.
The clouds may cry, the skies may grieve,
But in my stillness, I believe.
That even storms can feel you near,
In silent echoes, soft and clear.
And when the veil feels soft and thin,
Your memory lingers deep within.
A sacred bond not seen by eyes,
But felt beneath eternal skies.
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