It Does Appear

Dreams stir mildly at the approach of an unknown morrow

An ephemeral destination will hastily pass through

Ever seek in the creek, the reflection of a face and time

Of the day willing to flee along with the accumulating dreams

Streams of light bring some joy as a gift from another world

None can flee the arrival of moments until the final goodbye

~Amitav

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