Τρίτη, 27 Μαΐου 2014

...nothing loved is ever lost...


We can’t know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom
in the warmth of sunlight’s kiss upon its face
before it folds into its fragrance and bids the world
good night to rest its beauty in a gentler place.
But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost
and no one who has touched a heart can really pass away
because some beauty lingers on
in each memory of which they’ve been a part.

– Ellen Brenneman

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