I hear the song on the radio
that sings to my heart
'you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone.'
I read the poem
that speaks to my soul
'nothing gold can stay.'
There is good and bad
and it is all a jumble
and the words fail
expressions falter
and who knows what comes next?
Where will I go?
Who can say?
One can seize the moment
but it is like a handful of sand;
the tighter the grip,
the more grains slip out
and soon one opens the hand
and nothing remains.
The moment was seized.
The moment is gone.
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on February 11, 2004
but it is like a handful of sand;
the tighter the grip,
the more grains slip out
..I can relate to this sate of soul, mind and heart..hmmm how many more wallow in the quagmire of the third dimension...*smile*
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In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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the tighter the grip,
the more grains slip out
..I can relate to this sate of soul, mind and heart..hmmm how many more wallow in the quagmire of the third dimension...*smile*
Vesna