Snow is no different to sun;
it falls and we, in turn,
slip silent under its blanket
before it dissolves on skin
still tingling from its touch.
I recall the heat we made
every morning I wake up
and feel the caress
of the cold.
All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
such fleeting time
tender the time we take to touch
we touch so tenderly through fleeting time
through fleets of time
like sailing ships
stay the storms
time will teach us what we can weather
whether the waves will wash over us
or tear us down
each tear can fill an ocean with tears
each touch can bring us closer to the shore.
We sink or swim in time
through this fleeting time
in tender holds
and touching tears
so tough to hold tenderness throughout time.
All words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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