Driftwood
By atia
It is sad to think that life flies. The word "drifts" would be better. Airplanes don't drift, And things can drift, yet stay. Death drifts, no... It looms, hangs and stands. It waits For a sign that you and I will never see, And it falls With the likeness of a sharp needle Aimed at bursting our bubbles.we are all driftwood... Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 03:32 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"It is sad to think that life flies...."