The Whispers of Time

March 9, 2010
By , Reston, VA
Whispers rustle trees,
winds of time awake.

Restrained gales-breezes,
they are blowing my hair
ruffling the earth,
caressing it
with a mother's touch.

These winds of Time-
they are
heedless, relentless,
reach everybody,
yet touch no one,
blowing puffs to remind us,
to never forget-
you are only alive, and not invulnerable,
dust to dust,
one day,
you too will fade away.

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