as ephemereal as the dew
born red-faced in the morning
bleached white bones in the evening that is man
blown away like flower petals on the heartless wind...
our two eyes close in an instant
if a single breath stops too long
even the newborn babe may perish, unfulfilled...
Monday, 10 September 2007
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