Living an an expat you have to accept that the opportunity to meet and make friends with interesting people is balanced by the sad fact that you often have to say goodbye to friends who have been important in your life. I do accept it, and though it makes me sad, I am happy for the quality these friendship add to my life.
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Farewell friend
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A pebble drops, still ripples form,
slow spreading on deep water.
A light breeze blows, reflections change
and never quite resettle.
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Though seasons ebb, fresh buds emerge
and opening, shape our living.
Future days will bear some trace
of fruit set in this season.
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Lovely poem! Rilla, you are just getting better and better.
And Birgit we are missing you!
What a beautifull way to express the sweet and sad feeling of getting and loosing friends, and some of them, even far away, you never loose
Very nice!
I particularly relate to the last line. Very eloquently said, Rilla. x