Tears spill from sorrow's cup.
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Life Is Breath on Windowpanes
Life is breath on windowpanes, we trace our hearts into the gray, while knowing time will fade it all away. - John Mark Green
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With grief, there are no right words. Only the quiet presence of those who care. 💙 -
I'm happy that couples have been using this poem as part of their wedding celebrations, and I'm grateful to the wedding websites Lov...
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