Posted in simple obsession

Missing the moments 

You take our hand and lift us , we are floating inside the clouds Dancing in our dreamland , with our feet still on the ground 

Your whispers are a blessing , with the softness of your voice 

We chase the day you left us , but not able to have choice 
We wonder along the valleys , and climb the steepest hills 

Have a drink in the meadows , for the time we must now fill 

Your visit are the briefest , just a blink of an eye 

We remember the day you was taken , for our tear just will not dry 
You hands are slowly fading , the clouds begin to part 

The aching slowly growing , as our heart beats will start 

The breeze softly building , and is pulling us away 

Your hand is nearly gone now , but you love is here to stay 



im just starting on my writing journey still finding my ground hoping to get noticed in the writing world

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