the days drift like leaves
caught in a breeze
slipping past faster than we can hold
but there’s something timeless
about a connection
something that lingers long after
the hands of the clock have moved on
even if we can’t hold each other
in the fleeting moments
maybe the echo of us remains
a quiet pulse beneath the surface of time
and in that perhaps
we are never truly lost
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
So true… ❤️
I knew you would agree ❤️
I like this!! 💗
Thank you! 🩷
You’re most welcome.
Felt this one Jennifer ❤️
Thank you love ❤️
My pleasure Jennifer 💕
Bellissimo, My Dear Bellissimo!!
So loved the thoughts and topic!
Especially, these lines
“even if we can’t hold each other
in the fleeting moments
maybe the echo of us remains”
A never ending echo!!!
Have a great weekend, CC
Chuck
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Thank you, Chuck! Have a wonderful weekend!
Hope you have had a great weekend, My Dear!!
I hope you have collected more seeds of inspiration??
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such stunning writing.
Thank you love ❤️
Seems like you’re missing someone, Jennifer. Beautiful piece.
Perhaps the thought of something that is no longer. Thank you, Noah.