Friday, September 11, 2015

Our Time


Our time goes by so very fast
a flash before the eyes
A young and tender flower blooms
it wilts and then it dies...

We travel down a winding path
with stops along the way
A butterfly appears to all
and then it goes away

A moment in eternity
we call our very own
A bird that leaves its mother's nest
and flys away alone...


All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2015



Music She by Bernward Koch

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