Threads of Smoke
Copyright 2021 Don Ray. Feel free to print and share.
Life. Death. Defining time.
Moments gone before recognized,
cherished only in their departure.
There is no holding them.
There is no conveying them.
We see them only as fading images,
each already past,
leaving its dimming imprint,
dissolving to wipe the sand clean,
making room for the next experience,
a curious assemblage of rapidly fading images
sewn together with wisps of smoke
to create what we call
our life.
Copyright 2021 Don Ray. Feel free to print and share.
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