you pass through
like sunrise behind clouds
you pass through
in smoke on autumn air
you pass through
when wind ripples across sand
elusive and ephemeral
and whole worlds birth and die
as you pass through
© ceenoa
you pass through
like sunrise behind clouds
you pass through
in smoke on autumn air
you pass through
when wind ripples across sand
elusive and ephemeral
and whole worlds birth and die
as you pass through
© ceenoa
The poetic response: Lovely words, as usual, capturing the transience of who we are and where we go. The sarcastic response: Are you talking about the truculence of broccoli as it works its way through our systems? (You know I had to go there. Please forgive.)
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Haha, sure, it was all about the broccoli.
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This was beautiful Claudette, our beginning, living and dying, woven together like a dance.
Please forgive Brian. He had to say it. 😉
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Thanks CJ. Glad you found substance in it. I always forgive Brian, he makes me laugh, and that is a very good thing.
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