Slip

without
the faintest hint
of a threat,
the future
slips
silently
into oblivion.

slips
softly into
a dream.

slips
away,
with not even
a whisper
on
these
lips.

and the wind blows.

Published by nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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