(This was a poem I wrote a few years ago, but it seems appropriate for today.)

Brushing off the dust of yesterday’s heartaches
I find the whisper of a forgotten smile
Like the gentle caress of falling petals
From a long-ago spring…
Becoming a breath of hope for tomorrow.



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