White blossoms display in the sky.
Their home sold. The market was high.
Like making fresh room
For some new phase of bloom
The wind blows. We wave them goodbye.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 17: Farewell
We All Move Toward Goodbye
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Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
That’s a sad way to bid farewell, when someone has to move away!
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Thank you, MindandLifeMatters! It actually happened last week.
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