a stranger arrives . and just as quickly departs . same as time passing
under a storm cloud . it is easy to forget . that it too shall pass
every day comes . and goes like a passing train . with unknown cargo
we try to lay claim . to the moment, even though . it’s only passing
unlike the sundial . that counts only sunny hours . we must count them all
to see a moment . is to live in its passing . and smile when it’s gone
moving in circles . it’s difficult to notice . the road has passed by
passing another . on the path, two futures meet . for just a moment
there will be a time . after the rainstorm passes . when the sky is calm
the mid-night thunder . becomes just a memory . as night becomes day
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