A chair scraping across tiles,
Echoing through an empty room,
Hard sounding and coldly hollow.

Blurred images growing,
Along a darkening hall,
Slipping ever deeper into veiling shadow.

A light now passing more fleetly,
Fading with distance and hurrying time,
Into an awful, mourned, lessening glow.

No sentimental memories these.
From the accidental first I have known,
This love away on Life’s onward stream must flow.

Fergus Carty



"Love is not a mere sentiment. Love is the ultimate truth at the heart of creation."
~Rabindranath Tagore


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Yesterday's word was: DISILLUSION
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