Thursday, January 14, 2010

Change is the heartbreak of the moment
The farewell kiss of the present
The footprint of time
The dance of the kaleidoscope
The release of a breath
The wiping of a tear
The rupture of laughter

Change is writing life
Down on a crumpled napkin
Doomed to be lost in the wash
But remembered like the ghost of a moment.

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