Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
Flowing circle of life means death, birth, life, but what's it all for?
Every life, I've come to understand, is nothing but a dream
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
we weren't even close to fairy tales. but
your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk
on a wedding dress made for
this warmth that pricks my heart full of
blood and oxygen that tastes of you
every second I think
this is the oldest I have ever been
this is the youngest I will ever be again
this second is gone this one too
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
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