White like a drop of dew on grass, seeming like a satin cloth.
That just let itself drift away in the wind
You might lie there for sand to blanket you
Or just drift again into newer shores
Whichever ways something will change..
Could be the whiteness, or the shape.
The fragrance or the feel
Or if nothing really, the stillness in changing times
5 comments:
Good one!
cheers,
B
@B Thanks. Though U guess you prefer short anonymity:)
Sigh! "short anonymity" :) i like that.
~B
Wow,this one is really nice!
@Syntacto: Thanks and keep coming
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