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As weeks slip by And moments fade from memory When the final scent of another day Is tossed away in the breeze And nothing remembered remains in the conscious But a shadow in the night sky What is lost? As the grains within the hourglass slink along So many white, flakes of snow The shade of a lifetime Lasting for a season And scattered within a blue, a black, a green grain Intermixed. Staining the bland with the pains and joys A molding of a self, visualized amidst the banal stones, That salt away the minutes and hours and years Between the few worthy of mention. And when the lost and wasted time drips away Does the filler of life amount to anything more Than a tree falling in a lonely forest?
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
If a Tree Falls in a Forest and No One Hears
As weeks slip by And moments fade from memory When the final scent of another day Is tossed away in the breeze And nothing remembered remains in the conscious But a shadow in the night sky What is lost? As the grains within the hourglass slink along So many white, flakes of snow The shade of a lifetime Lasting for a season And scattered within a blue, a black, a green grain Intermixed. Staining the bland with the pains and joys A molding of a self, visualized amidst the banal stones, That salt away the minutes and hours and years Between the few worthy of mention. And when the lost and wasted time drips away Does the filler of life amount to anything more Than a tree falling in a lonely forest?
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
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