What is Life?
An hour-glass on the steady run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A dew drop on the fall.
A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.
A Lover’s troth, a kiss that never lasts.
An eye blink, the last breath.
A bubble on the stream,
Petrichor in the air,
Surreptitious gazes, desire.
The puffing gale of morn,
A cobweb, hiding disappointment’s thorn,
A mother’s breast.
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
What is Life?
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