Fickle Instant Osmosis

Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . . Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view, Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels, Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke memory; Digitally altered shots provide unadorned faces, Silver stones — crumble under soggy streams Love consists of endless childhood dreams, We whirl, win, wildly in a whirlwind Instants creep slowly — yielding assets to discard Time lingers while instances ripple vastly. It unfolds and emits a sticky—spirited symphony Transitional winds blew as we breathed and linked Instants ticked slowly but rose quickly. Glide into golden heat of the calm night hour Ashes rise on a summer's sigh in the breezy sky Soaring over the willows, peacefully fly.