Posted by: Dahni | August 29, 2009




(to do or to make)

Life is a fragile gift to each of us,

A finite measurement

With a beginning and an ending.

What we make of it is,

the music; the art and the poems

of our lives

or else an empty canvas,

a wordless parchment

and a blank sheet of music.

For it is the memories

which are the essence

the notes; the drops of ink and color

that are these gifts

of life.

– Poema –

© 2009 by Dahni & Imagine

all rights reserved

Just I-Magine,


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