In the Eye of the Storm

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Permanent Impermanence

When love is as impermanent
as frail blades of grass,
how can we say
our passions are forever?
Or is that an illusion?
Is it the only constant
as we travel the wheel
of impermanence in life?

(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
Posted by Tortured Cyclone at 10:30 AM
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