The tide recedes but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle
warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet it echoes
on in sweet refrains…..
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
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Something Beautiful Remains
I love this piece as it reflects the fact that each persons time on earth is valuable and memorable to those whose paths were crossed.