The universe is a never-ending storm
Everything in constant movement
Growing, dying,
Decaying, recycling
Being reborn in a new form
Old black and white photographs
Loom like shadows
Of a past that we cannot see
Old vinyls on phonographs
Remind us of tunes
From concerts we will never hear
Lined faces of dead relatives
Hint at what we’ve lost
And what is yet to come
Life is an unexpected journey
Fleeting, transient
Savour it!
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