Monday, October 28, 2019

The Stars are Faint

The stars are faint;
they drench the night, anyway.

The whispers are heard
but only by a few.

The leaves blow with the wind,
even when nothing else moves.

Listen and you'll see.

Remember and you'll forget.

Touch this moment and it will end.

The past is blossoming into the present
and the future is interceding on behalf of this moment.

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