The Red Line Poem by Ann Lee

The Red Line



Those rare moments of bliss
So fragile, so thin,
So odd, short and still
So long
Yet lasts to the end of the same second
They came and go
Back and forward
Hard to know.

Suddenly, just one passing thought
Shatters all.
Once more
Twice more
Again dust
Again gloom.

All days nothing
Empty pages
Heavy leafs…

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