What of this life
will count the day only
eternity remains
what of the time Ive had
the things Ive built,
created, made,
the fabric
of each day
displayed
Undone and bare
as a winter branch
beneath transparent
touch of truth,
A blossom grows silently
at the end of a branch, maybe,
On that day,
I may find
the end of
myself there too
Doodle poem prompt ( in 60 secs or less) courtesy of LL) inspired by this
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
when only the eternal...
What of this life
will count the day only
eternity remains
what of the time Ive had
the things Ive built,
created, made,
the fabric
of each day
displayed
Undone and bare
as a winter branch
beneath transparent
touch of truth,
A blossom grows silently
at the end of a branch, maybe,
On that day,
I may find
the end of
myself there too
Doodle poem prompt ( in 60 secs or less) courtesy of LL) inspired by this
