You left, yet still your light remains in me,
A glow that warms the soil where love can grow.
Though winds dispersed what once was meant to be,
They carried seeds you never meant to sow.
In distant hearts, new blooms begin to show—
Not loss, but gift, you gave without intent.
From what we were, a thousand hopes will flow;
Your love lives on, transformed, but never spent.
by
Thank you, Selma.
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hi, Jaideep 🥰
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the wonderful Marion Horton, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/07/09/w3-prompt-167-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
hi, Jaideep 💕
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our brilliant Ben Tonkin, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/07/16/w3-prompt-168-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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