A grain of sand falls
into a pile of more
The echo of life calls
closing the door.
Watching go by
minute by minute
Time does not fly
without one still in it.
Cherish love
of tender porcelain
Treat with soft glove
heaven's the gain.
Another grain fell
few left to go
A drop in the well,
the wind does blow.
(c) 2009 Roomie Whitfield -- All Rights Reserved.
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- Roomie
- This blog is to further creativity, expression and release. Pain and loss is how it began. A new chapter is where it is going. The ending has not yet been written. Join me on this journey or take a piece to add it to your life. Leave a comment if something touches you. Some of the titles are linked to their picture pages on Flickr (or you can visit the whole stream from my profile link). Content is Copyright (c) 2009, Roomie Whitfield, All Rights Reserved.
1 comment:
To my boy... Mama misses you.
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