Cradled  always gently in the palm of time
life is but a bubble of water afloat

fleeting, ephemeral and evanescent
often leaving some thirsting for ever more

ever moving, ever changing, ne’er stagnant
giving joy, also grief; so what if it’s brief!

Written for David’s W3.


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