Timeless

 

It was a day like many others

Grey and misty on the coast

I looked and saw them all

In procession

Fleeting as ghosts

In corridors of time

Entering briefly into the rooms

Of our lives

Then flitting out again

Leaving less than a footprint

 

I wish I knew their secrets

The things they tell each other

Whisper on the wind

Murmur to the waves

I could have stayed all day

In that happy state

Of warm relaxation

Perhaps I stayed many days already

The moment is timeless

 

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