Nothing Is Permanent 2 Poem by DM W

Nothing Is Permanent 2



Nothing is permanent.
We spend our lives
Trying to retrace
The lost moment;
The stolen kiss.
A shaft of light
On the water's surface.
And the flesh pink
& snow white blossoms
That briefly entice us
Every Spring,
Are perhaps our only claim
On consciousness.
Nothing is permanent.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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