I'm the snowflake that melts before it hits the ground.
I'm the lost penny that's never found.
I'm the wave that never reaches the shore.
I'm the orphan left behind after the war.
I'm the shooting star in the daylight.
I'm the shadow in the trees on a moonless night.
I'm the footprint in the sand, washed away as the tides unfurled.
And I'm the quick little lie, that you think won't change your world.
- Author: Jane Frye ( Offline)
- Published: May 29th, 2018 17:05
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 20
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