echo of love

The Lonely Author

Dedicated to everyone who will be missing a loved one this holiday season.

echo of love

Time has no memory
yet he remembers
when one minute ends
another must begin

That perpetual hand delivers
fooling comfort
for everyone is confident
he will take another spin

He dims our memories
we forget his persistent ways
moving us toward
the inevitable we don’t speak of

Every clock has a final turn
So learn to listen with your heart
For within every beat remains
a beloved’s echo of love

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We live in deeds, not years

Purplerays

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We live in deeds, not years
in thoughts, not breaths
in feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart throbs.
He most lives
who thinks most
feels the noblest
acts the best.

– Aristotle

Text & image source: The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees https://www.facebook.com/allaboutthebirdsandthebeestheflowersandthetrees/

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