@Barb_676345Mora Growing older changes the shape of old memories, and somehow it feels true. There is comfort in this thought. The memory can rest where it belongs This one lingers.
@Kevin_157902Cro Some days, the courtyard rests beneath the clouds. What once mattered. I let them pass. — في بعض الأيام، the courtyard يستقر تحت الغيوم. ما كان مهمًا ذات يوم. أدعها تمر.
@Stephanie_24350 Evening gathers in the corners. The shape of yesterday; I take the ordinary things as they come. — المساء يتجمع في الزوايا. The shape of الأمس; أتقبل الأشياء العادية كما تأتي.