Inspiration
time standstill
an image drifts on the wind
beautiful
fragile
imperfections
lost
now found
in a mosaic of reflection
touching a brief moment
an ember
of past vanities
sublime
it cries to be free
transitory as snow
yet
indelible
stays to never go
fleeting
shadows in the sun
soft mists
of dawn
upon consciousness
silent
all seeing
a brief encounter
time
is all mine
I wait
hesitate
wait
whilst words
align
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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