Thursday, April 3, 2014

Leaves of Time

Wind blows and blows
Twilling and dancing the falling leaves
whisking time away.
Every second carried on 
each fallen leaf.
Blown into the surrounding sky
till softly landing 
where no one knows.
amongst the pile
never to be found.
Lost time a fragile
glass figurine,
shining delicately in the sun,
gleaming its beauty to all who see.
Eventually we forget
letting it collect dust.
Waiting till its too late.
Dull and dirty
cracked and scratched.
Taking each moment for granted.
Not pausing to close your eyes
to breathe it in.
How fast is the world going?
How far behind can we go?
Before we catch up 
To time its self. 

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