Time melts in our hands
Like snowflakes caught in the December sun,
Lingering just long enough
To amaze us with its intricacies.
We cocoon ourselves in regrets --
The words never spoken,
The hugs never given,
Opportunities lost to the ages --
Poor shelter from the harsh winds of eternity.
2 comments:
Regrets often eat at a person Hugs never given cannot be given later. It is better to live without regrets IF possible and to do more rather than less when one can. Nice reminder.
love it, time melts in our hands indeed.
cheers.
fabulous poetry.
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