Nothing Left
My words are lost on the wind
My steps erased by the sea
Thoughts evaporate in the mist
There is nothing left of me....
Perhaps you'll hear me in an echo
Or catch me in moonbeams that you see
But it will be a fleeting thing
For there is nothing left of me....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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