A whoosh here and a swish there,
As time hurries past on tip-toes…
And tinkles sound on each such move.
Quietly, it sways past me,
I feel its gentle touch…
As it ruffles my hair playfully.
I smile and look back,
And it looks back at me…
Draped in twinkling moments.
“Hello there!”
“And a ‘Hi’ to you too”…
We exchange hushed pleasantries.
The air fills with a new whish getting louder,
As a glimmer of change arises on the horizon…
And I hear once again… the whispers of time.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
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