Preserved in amber, Caught in a daze, My life flew by as I watch it wane away.
The seeds that were not planted And the connections not made, But it all seems to not matter, As it was only a phase.
So when all is done and the flowers have come, I will still be entrenched here, pools of ember ajar, caught in a daze, waiting for the day that I wither away.
For l am a paradigm,
Beautifully preserved in time.
-Tyra B Williams
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Author:
Tyra B WIlliams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2026 12:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
I quite enjoyed this one!
An admiration of who one is and what one is. Nicely written
A fine Write.
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