eaves-dropping with eyes
tired
tired
sleepless eyes
piercing the darkness
snooping on
the dews forming
before the first light
of the day
to be trodden upon
to be wiped out
to form again
on another night
perhaps
if its time
has not run out
if time has not
just run out
on everything
away into
oblivion
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Bhashwati commented:
The thought came from the last lines:
if time
has not
just run
out
on
everything
away
into
oblivion
time running out and away into oblivion.
a dew drop is probably among the most ephemeral of nature's
phenomena. For sensitive humans its fragile beauty has long embodied the
impermanence of life. However one thinks of that impermanence only in
comparison to other apparently permanent things when in fact there is no
difference at all.
What else is life but to be wiped out, to form again, and
for the cycle to continue until and unto oblivion...the elusive and illusory
web of green and mist in the image is translated perfectly in the accompanying
text.
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