A Momentary Glimpse

in the secret garden

another circle turning

it’s late spring, again

the seasons lean

fold upon themselves

like absent-minded friends

one to four….

in spite of everything

youth will turn grey…. then old

such is Time’s slide of hand

though Birth will seem to

conquer Death

an illusion at best

Death will always have its

way

….Gone

A momentary glimpse

 

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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