SuziCate's Musings

Archive for September, 2013

Blowing In The Wind



Can time be measured?

Fleeting moments held in hearts

tell stories of love.

When we capture life

in photos and memory,

do we feel the breath,

essence of being

as we bloom in the sun and

blow high with the wind?

****My father is terminally ill, and I will be away from this blog for an undetermined length of time.


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