roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Monday, October 24, 2011
Moments
Life moves along through moments,
with conscious seconds seen,
as something to be honoured,
as anniversaries.
And yet they are illusion,
these special days or hours,
for all that we have been and are
is gloried in the now.
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