life is so very fragile
so fleeting
the moments brush through
space
and then
they're
gone
a breath ...
a blink of an eye ...
and silence
but an echo remains
for those
you leave behind
the twinkling
of a star
the ripple
of a wave
the movement
of a clock
as time slips away
and the tears they hold
are like a single drop of dew
at the tip of a leaf,
threatening to fall
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