Stretch of Road

Sometimes we hit a stretch of road
Where everything in life makes sense –
And all is brought in harmony:
The future, past, and present tense –

The apple blossom blooms for us
As though no other eyes could see –
And happiness surrounds our hearts:
A place we thought we’d never see

But go we must, we cannot stay;
This order and this symmetry
Get left behind, this stretch of road —
This slice of

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      1. I really, really wish you could call me Honora, but it’s Carol. 🙂

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