Whispered Memories

Richard M. Ankers



Whispering clouds
Wash over a setting sun;
One day passes into memory,
Another soon to rise.
The world takes a breath,
And we with it.
I’m happy in the moment,
And strive to appreciate it fully
Before moving on to another.
How many such glimpses of perfection
Will I witness in my time,
I do not know?
But, does it really matter,
As long as I have just one to remember?

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