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In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Tempus Fugit

A handful of sand,
slipping away, uncontrolled
echoes reminders.
Squandered, endured or enjoyed,
vestiges stay forever.


The prompt quotation is Tempus Fugit

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