Time Well Spent
Everyone is just a breath away, one away from the last but on which day? So fragile are these moments true, a breath away, what can we do? But only to think each time we breathe of time so precious before we leave. For it's now that we must leave our mark on hearts we cherish before we embark so when all our time here is well and done the one's we love are hearts we won. Traveling together in heavenly skies, all those that loved ever so wise.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli