This sandstone sculpture,
soft, ephemeral, unreal,
we create every moment,
just for ourselves,
fighting the fragile nature
of the material, that
at once, facilitates,
and equally resists,
is both memory
and forgetfulness,
harmony and dissonance.
Tongues of time active ever,
love its taste, than anything else,
gradually gobbles it up
with relish.
Come, stop by,
and appreciate.
It won't be here,
after some more summers,
but it won't be destroyed too.
It would be the grains ,
in any sandstorm,
for ever.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
This sandstone sculpture,
soft, ephemeral, unreal,
we create every moment,
just for ourselves,
fighting the fragile nature
of the material, that
at once, facilitates,
and equally resists,
is both memory
and forgetfulness,
harmony and dissonance.
Tongues of time active ever,
love its taste, than anything else,
gradually gobbles it up
with relish.
Come, stop by,
and appreciate.
It won't be here,
after some more summers,
but it won't be destroyed too.
It would be the grains ,
in any sandstorm,
for ever.
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