Posted by Ben Naga
The stream rushes past
Oblivious of the banks
Which themselves mutate
Posted on May 3, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged Life, Time, Transience. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Ben, I really love this metaphor. Cool imagery as well.
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A mind bubble pops. 🙂
I wondered what that sound was. 💭💨
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