As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.
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Beautiful piece. Bless those angels, huh? At least they see. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow wonderfully written …makes me think of my sister who’s passed on…lovely write…
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