you are fleeting,
short-lived,
temporary,
momentary.
In a glance,
it will all be over.
and all that will be left
will be pieces,
and remembrances,
and memories.
and maybe it’s ironic to try and catch fleeting,
because it will slip from your hands.
but what if fleeting is exploring,
excitement,
exhilaration?
you are fleeting,
but
you are adventure,
adventure itself.
and how can one live without adventure.
Hmmm. great poem. Whos this for?
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So sweet
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Reblogged this on The Familiar Air of the Nighttime and commented:
This was going to be his poem for my pocket.
Like everything, this was dedicated to him.
Perhaps next year…
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