Wednesday, February 5, 2014

2095. Sand

I write my love in the sand.
The sand is impermanent,
But so is my hand.

I write my love in the sand.
The impression is impermanent,
But so is my hand.

I write my love in the sand.
The words are impermanent,
But so is my hand.

I write my love in the sand.
My love is impermanent,
But so is my hand.

I write my love in the sand.
All is impermanent
As is my hand.

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