String Happiness

O my days, please be kind –
string happiness along
with golden light and laughter
and a melancholy song,
with whispers of the yesterdays
and dreams of things to come.
O days, shower me with life
and living before I succumb
to the end that follows us –
to the day when silence falls,
when souls are snatched from this earth
when our last adventure calls.

photo by Lisa Paul

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