Time, For Jim Troy
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Eric Cockrell
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grains of sand
falling through
our grasping fingers...
a dandelion held
up in the wind,
blown away in a moment.
a collection of photographs,
black and white, some
in color... put away in a box.
the strike of a match,
a quick blaze in the darkness,
lost in the black womb...
of eternity!
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