It will all pass, eventually,
like autumn leaves that once covered this earth
and scars that healed into unforgettable memories.
When you see a dying flower,
remember to count the endless springs – yet to come,
for there are blessings that grow
I wish you could see the strength within your bones
and the love that sleeps under your skin –
for it is the greatest I have ever seen.
Jehona Thaqi© To my dear friend