- Sareth
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Me too," he replies.
Yet no words are spoken,
by mouth, but by eyes.
Enfolded in hug,
Unrequested, yet held,
Harsh words are undone,
Unwritten, unspelled.
Live for this moment,
Be free from the past.
Let the bread of your love,
on these waters be cast.
Tomorrow will bring,
New battles, new pain.
But these moments will help
You standup under strain.
In these arms there are peace,
and from sorrow, release.
(Okay, not my best effort by a long shot,.)
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