We are sent
A tide each day
It washes in
It takes away
There is an end
To every start
You can hold the love
But not the heart
Life is carried by
A Summer breeze
To which we all
Must be released
Life is fragile
Light and fine
Let it float away
Like dandelion ...
Love is not
A prisoner of time
1/1/2014
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