The Waters Edge

By the Waters Edge

I sit at the waters edge
A soft warm breeze at my face

The water that runs through my fingers
the warm breeze on my face
will never pass this way again

The days and years have gone by
as swiftly as this memory

I can remember that warm breeze
The water that ran through my fingers

It can be repeated but never be the same
as I experienced that one day

So cherish each moment every day because
It will be only memories of the days that passed
Like the day at the waters edge

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The river of life incessantly flows by, we can only enjoy the fleeting feeling on our hand.

Laya Sarath
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Beautifully penned…time and the moment…if we could arrest them and repeatedly watch them..wonderful poem….

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