time triumphs then.
and lets down its hair —
shadowy black,
trailing like a willow.
hsiung hung
Thursday, January 17, 2013
the old story . . .
time triumphs then.
and lets down its hair —
shadowy black,
trailing like a willow.
hsiung hung
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time is one of the strangest things. i read your post on january and its hold on a person and suddenly time becomes something different for me than it ever was before. it seems to have two bodies (at least), the one affixed to our bodies and the one like smoke intertwined with our spirits. now that my spirit has a new perspective, time is like many decks of cards, fanned or withdrawn, depending on my vantage point, my decision, my choice or philosophy in living life. odd.
xo
erin
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