Poem by cory warr.

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It is about a mother playing a music box making her child fall asleep. While in her arms the baby catches her scent “Lavender” from her purple dress. Making her dream of these beautiful lavender fields and the smell of them from her mother’s scent. While she hears the music so light in her baby ears from the music box just piano and light violins.

Poetry.

Reality unfolding is bittersweet.

"I bear an excruciating wound no eyes could see and only time could heal."
- Ms. Kristine U. Hipol, The White Phoenix.

If I am destined to love again. It will be like unexpected rain over a thirsty desert. But if not, I am contented knowing that even once in my life, I was loved unconditionally by one man till his last breath and that will be honored and remembered for the rest of my days.

"The only way to heal a wound is to let time take its course."
- Ms. Kristine U. Hipol, The White Phoenix.

A poet about death, mourning, and living a life without regrets.

This is a poem that briefly explores the grief I experienced the day I went to visit the grave of my good friend who died a few months ago.
The photo used here is a picture I took one evening before a storm.