Friday, September 16, 2016

Words Slip

a stray sunbeam meanders through the trees
tumbling onto my paper
a heartbeat
words slip through my fingers
taking a shape and meaning of their own
the air tastes of dreams
and a million hidden meanings
a gasp
the beauty of a moment
of frail and beating hearts
that give their all and long for more
a smile
the sands of time speeding by
unforgiving and undemanding
passing silently away into eternity.

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