Sunday, 12 May 2013

Precious Moments

Tears don't wash away
the memories
they are merely 
a drop
in the ocean
of endless tides
that swell and spill
then gently kiss
the sun bleached
sands of time

 Endless tides,
eternal verities,
yesterdays truths
that a thousand moons
have been witness to
Precious moments,
cherished memories
that swell and spill
over the golden
sands of time
ⒸRose    

10 comments:

  1. Oh how wonderfully moving this is!
    I love the notion of the Tides of Time collecting every experience we've ever had and holding them, unchanged, forever...within a single teardrop.
    And the shape of your beautiful poem too...a perfect hourglass.

    Simply amazing!:)

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  2. Luvd it..... the poem is awesome.... really liked the rhyming part....u hv beautifully described "Precious Moments".... in this magical poem of urs..:) :)

    Keep Smiling.....God Bless You....Tc

    @Sandy....

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  3. wow ... you are at your best here, dearest Rose :)

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  4. So lovely... thanks for the encouragement:)

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    1. Thank you VS discovered your beautiful blog just recently :)

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  5. Beautiful, Rose. I loved the image and the words!

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    1. Thank you Liz, much appreciated!

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