The winds of chance blow harsh
The sands of time run fast
Caress it whilst you can
While life is in your grasp.

meditationpath of lifeshort poem

◄ The Middle Of Being

Breath On The Mirror ►


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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 11th Feb 2021 22:10

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