An arrangement of light,
a moment-
How fleeting a vision is,
lost around the corner before
it can be touched.
Does it die when ended?
I who reach after it
preserve an echo, in homage
in recognition of loss.
For the vision is ended,
and cannot be recovered,
the river flows on, changing.
Memory is life in the
wake of change.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:04 PM UTC
An arrangement of light,
a moment-
How fleeting a vision is,
lost around the corner before
it can be touched.
Does it die when ended?
I who reach after it
preserve an echo, in homage
in recognition of loss.
For the vision is ended,
and cannot be recovered,
the river flows on, changing.
Memory is life in the
wake of change.
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