Child playing in a sandbox

Child playing in a sandbox

A Poem by Beccy
"

so little time.

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Knowledge, like the universe, gradually unfurls,
revealing new stars, constellations more
exquisite than a Rodin curve.

Soon though, there will be no secrets, 
only the memory of discovery. 

It's like the first delicate stripping 
of lace from a slender limb;
followed then by the smell of absence,
like dust falling through the air,
a temporary drifting; knowing
that all dreams rust with age
as they lie asleep in the 
promise of being.

© 2017 Beccy



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this is fantastic...and especially the idea that there will no longer be secrets to discover...only the memory of the ones we already have discovered.

and that is absence.

j.

Posted 9 Months Ago


m'lady...i like this one best of all...the things we love draw out the best in us

Posted 9 Months Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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