Of Flowers and Stones
We while away
The days apart
Into lives
Of flowers
And stones.
Yet we somehow die
Sooner than
When we realize
That life
Is nothing
More than
Flowers and stones.
The Hiatus
A hiatus is a recognition that one must live a present with the intention of creating a past.
Thanks for writing this.
Danica said this on November 9, 2008 at 11:34 pm