Gentle Soul by Veronica Nkwocha
The sun sets on our youth and old friends fall like a pack of cards in slow motion
Memories swell and rise clouding today with the sweet scent of yesterday
Gone not forgotten
Youth fragile like embers in a fading fire
I rest my head on the bosom of Day
While Night steals our strength
slowly
carefully
Painfully
Veronica 
Your words,,,,always delectable to the soul….
Lovely, calming, cooling. Calling for some me time, TLC 😗😗😗