Living
A candle
Spreads light
So others may see...
And when
Its time is over
It stops being
No demands
No expectations
No traces
Just passing through....
Some call it burning
I say it is living
--
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
A Leaf
A leaf falls.
Was it blown away by wind?
Or was tired of the tree?
Or tired of holding on?
Or was tree tired of it?
Or was wind and earth more alluring?
Does it matter?
A leaf falls.
A moment passed.
New leaf will fill the space
--
Written for " A Prompt each Day"
Prompt : LEAF
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