It's until the well dries that you see the purpose of rain
It's until darkness comes that you remember the light
It's until you meet the worst that you remember the best
barely, barely,
The narrow canals are no longer flowing.
The light 💡 is no longer facing your side
The best you took for granted are no longer available
They may wish you good luck but good things don't locate bad people coz (Karma) is real
Perhaps you could have been keen earlier or avoided being unjust to the just.
Now go and tell your daughter the lesson before she messes up too.

#saturdayvibes
#stanspenwrites
#inktheunsaid

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The heart’s memory of the sun grows faint.
The grass is yellower.
A few early snowflakes blow in the wind,
Barely, barely.
The narrow canals have stopped flowing —
The water is chilling.
Nothing will ever happen here —
Oh, never!
The willow spreads its transparent fan
Against the empty sky.
Perhaps I should not have become
Your wife.
The heart’s memory of the sun grows faint.
What’s this? Darkness?
It could be!… One night brings winter’s first
Hard freeze.