Wednesday, February 4, 2009

In short

In a moment of sublime disenchantment,
The actuallity of life becomes
Less meaningful.
There is more emphises on the
Art
Of living.

Striking the chords of the
Soul
With the colors of
A sunset,Open eyes, not temporal,
But more perceptive.

Seconds dash into minutes
Minutes dive into
Hours,
Hours fade into short
Days.
The body moves through
Time, not accepting
That it is running
Out.

Life, like a tree,
Blooms only once a
Year.
This tree gets
Chopped
After only One.

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