Steadily you wander
down the lonely track of life
With one foot in front
of the other
The direction is
unknown
Time waits for no being
But here...
These moments linger
briefly in the warm sun filled days of early July
Senses are abandoned to
the vast surroundings
Imagination runs free
Held tightly by fierce
convictions
Your soul is filled
with yearning
Everything is in a
moment
Change is every where
In a single second
This is the closest a
being could get to perfection
Then blinking...
With the swift
uplifting wind...
Disappearing just as
easily.
©
2017
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