Destination
I ride forwards on yesterday’s winds, propelled into uncertainty by life’s variable currents.
Perpetual movement fragments action into a shower of fading memories.
Forgotten dreams echo in shadowy space: dust particles blown beyond reach by turbulent winds.
I travel onwards to tomorrow; time slipping speedily through spanned fingers as I close the distance on my destination.
One last breath gasped before oblivion.
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copyright Nina 2005
Nina
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