Each sunset a goodbye,
each sunrise a greeting.
Dawn bringing with her,
the gentlest of meetings.
Adue with one hand,
the other one waves.
Experiencing new,
treasure what’s saved.
Cherishing memories,
but not to the point.
Another won’t fit in,
new souls to anoint.
Starting the sentence,
with a capital letter.
A poem of new love,
what could be better.
Painting a portrait,
high in the sky.
That talks of my passion,
to those passing by.
The start of a symphony,
on gentle strings.
Opening to adventure,
a new day begins.
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