A friend here at Triond, wrote a poem about lost love. My consoling comment at his poem turned out almost a poem, itself. Starting with those few words, I transformed it into this my next poetic stream of consciousness work, as always illustrated with my abstract art.
Image Source Crackling Burst by Bill M. Tracer
To Love can be as fleeting as to Live.
When love blossoms, then will no longer give,
Cherish the memories, and continue living,
Sharing your love without fear of more giving.
Love and Live. Live and Love.
The only thing dividing above,
Is the I and the O.
I Live, then Oh… Love.
Image Source Sacred Emanation by Bill M. Tracer
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