After.

A new bud blooming
as the first; delicately falls.
A stranger becomes a friend &
another becomes a stranger
again and again.
A child is born while
another fades away to only a
place where angels stay.
The rain just poured,
as did my tears.
That feeling you get after…
makes everything so clear.

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“In the Morning Light”
art by Steve Hanks

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