Fleeting Reality
A poet
Am I?
Or a moment?
A word today
A sound tomorrow
A breeze the day after
Will you have the time
To spare me a thought
Lend me
An ear
Give me
The time
Tomorrow
There will be other
Speaking better
Touching souls
Of that moment
Before
They too become
A sound
And then
A breeze
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