It is imperative
To remember
Suffering is not comparative
A loss is a loss
No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
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I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Isn't that the truth? Well said.
Pure profound perfectly penned!!!💕❤️❤️
That is the ultimate truth. Loved your powerful poem!
Wow! Short but great! 🤩