False eternities
By rmerwin
Time, lingering in a moment so long it becomes permanent like a tatoo. Stationary, on an ever changing canvas. Young taut skin grows old. Moments of permanence ink vivid memories on the canvas' of our minds. Fresh and sharp, muting with age, the moments remain unchanged. Suspended, like tatoos, these portraits are false eternities to be lost forever in the passing of lives untold. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 04:41 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 10
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