Inspired by:
“What is life?
It is a flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
Crowfoot
Life Flows Away
Time passes
Sighs floating
On the wind
Red petals
Feathered with flames
In the darkness
Days slip by
A hint of rain
From the slopes of the sky
Its pearly surface
Painted gently
In the frame
Years fall away
A cool breeze
A drifting boat
The softest weeping willows
Trailing tresses out behind
Melting like winter snows
Life flows away
© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2015
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