Dancing in the sand,
we leave an ephemeral trace;
then the wind blows our footprints away,
as if we never came to this place.
But those with whom we danced
will never forget their delight,
and when the day is ended,
will dance away the night.
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
2 comments:
I am so proud to dance with you, to beating words and thoughts.
Forever charmed by your life, your loves, your undiminished energy.
It's easy to leave out unseen things in my Thanksgiving thanks,
but Volchin, you are definitely at the top of the list, whether I say so or not.
Fran w.
This blog is definitely getting less grim.
Richy
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