Does anything last?


Ephemeral

A moth
on the flickering flame.

A sun dying out
in the wake of twilight.

Mislaid in the arroyo
of my mind,
my ecstasy!

(c)2005 gautami.tripathy



Poetry by gautami tripathy
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Written on 2006-05-08 at 11:48

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Kathy Lockhart
Wow, I love this one too, you style is powerful. :) kathy
2006-05-16


Teala
Nice and vivid--great job!
2006-05-08