When the house is quiet once more,
my foot falls the only sound,
still a new energy lingers, a joyous whisper......
When the house is quiet once more,
one cup of coffee before me
shared meals are cherished memories.
When the house is quiet once more
echoes of laughter grow distant,
but will never vanish.
“The aura given out by a person...........
is as much a part of them as their flesh.”
~ Lucian Freud, British artist
1 comment:
Aww, very lovely.
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