Brevity of life
Life drifts like morning mist on a quiet lake —
Soft, shimmering, hovering above still water,
Then vanishing with the sun’s first warmth,
Leaving ripples and quiet memory behind.
Life blooms like wildflowers on a windy hill —
Petals bright in dawn’s gentle hush,
Dancing in hope and fragile green,
Then wilt with the dusk’s slow sigh.
Life runs like a fleeting comet through a dark sky —
A bright, burning arc across the heavens,
Scattering stardust in hurried glory,
Then gone — leaving only a silent tail of longing.
Life pulses like the hush between two heartbeats —
A fragile pause neither young nor old can hold,
An instant of breath between past and future,
Where every sparkle, sorrow, and joy gathers.
So treasure each dawn like a rare unspoken promise,
Hold each breath as though it might be your last,
For life is but a fragile spark on the wind —
Brief, beautiful, and precious when embraced.
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