I thought I’d adorn my blog today and share these beautiful words from Maxima. So fitting for the times. ~Mary

Written: © Maxima
Fragments of the vanished summer live in me like a far off city.
I breathe and exhale them as a weeping sky low and gloomy.
I intertwine my fingers and feel warm rains of memory fill my mind
Like tender words of passion spoken before our summer disappeared.
The vows engraved in the bark of the Tree I guard jealously […]
When You Aren’t Here
7 thoughts on “When You Aren’t Here”
D. Wallace Peach
A beautiful share, Mary. I can related to the melancholy. I hope you’re doing better. ❤
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Thanks, Diana.
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Maxima
Reblogged this on Spiritual Challenges.
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Cathy Brockman
Lovely words!
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Agreed, Cathy.
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Ed Hoornaert
Wow. I never knew my car (a Nissan Maxima) could write so beautifully.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
Good one, Ed.
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