Fade,
like ink blotched with water,
and worn with weather and time.
Erode,
like sand by seafoam as the waves
beat the rhythm of the shore.
Wane,
like the moon through phases
into the darkness of the indigo night.
Wither,
like the fragile velvet petal
of the midsummer rose.
Extinguish,
like a candle’s final breath
swirling upward into nothing.
Disappear…
like the sun behind storm clouds
and thunder until time to shine again.
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Exist,
or do we?
Only a glimpse.
About the Creator
R.C. McLeod
I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.
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