True love was within our reach,
Alas the pains of life were destined to breach.
Fragile and rarified, it lost sail,
Before being given time to bloom.
Once the highest in thy room, the air now fleek with rume;
His Sons birthdays, no longer celebrated every moon.
Signs of hope though mark,
Time to begin again.
As naturally and selected she does,
formed his following sure like winters rain.
About the Creator
Brandon Oldfield
40 year old father. Curious but considerate. Mindful, yet bold and paced. Emotionally intelligent, tech focused, and results oriented. Inspired mostly by the people I meet walking my personal path. Leader, Communicator, and Winner.
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