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Dec 2012
Cherish these things that can be taken away,
Gone by tomorrow not appreciated today,
Control of this is not given, not earned.
As complex as the wind passing through the hollows of a tree,
Taking the smooth route of the skies,
Affected by the contours of age.
Such is life,
Although not considerate of age or background,
Of skin colour or mannerisms.
Like a river it erodes the very pedestal it sits on.
The rest of the world unknowing of what you may feel,
The ones around empathetic but not feeling what you feel,
Not hurting how you hurt,
You sit and wonder why,
Wishing you would take this last sigh,
Wishing you could suppress these tears and that this one drop would be your last.
But as the rivers flow so do your tears.
Another’s touch you do not long for,
But the comfort you crave from whom you love makes the throat sore.
Don't cry,
Wipe your eyes.
Memories you can cherish for years on end will be your comfort,
New memories you make with a new love will grant you grace.
All I can give is expression in these words,
although they may not bring a smile to your face,
I only pray that you understand.
Love is there, here and everywhere,
All you need is to accept it.
Cherish.
Aiden Williams
Written by
Aiden Williams  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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