The Passage of Time by Violet Erdey Like quiet seeds of a dandelion, Time drifts to the edge of the horizon. Distant glowing warmth of sun, Heats until the hours are none. The breeze does not notice the sun drift by, In its path across the sky. Clouds occupy its random chase, Across the skys fleeting face. Hurried moments always pass, Never noticed by growing grass. Things that matter only for now, Will be forgotten by times cold plow. Better to do the things that remain, Not, the things you will later disdain. Will your memory be sublime, With the passage of Earthly time? ***
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 07:21:40 +0000
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