Heads or tales *Mark* Images Mark our life time.
There are images that mark our life time. Those moment captured in a flash of of a camera. Marked by the flash of a moment for ever stopped in time.
Life is not rehearsed though like so many an image we have to thumb threw.
Life is not rehearsed though like so many an image we have to thumb threw.
Babies grow so fast and nothing stops the mark they have upon our lives.
When life is a blur we often miss the mark we so longed for to gain.
This is a mark in time that we let go of. The times we played in our dune buggy and the others who found joy in it as well. All left the mark in time of the loss when we sold it . It marked those carefree days of desert trails. I miss that time. It left it's mark on me.
The future will prevail.
Then they too will leave their mark upon this tired Earth.
It just might prove that they will erase those marks we make in error.
It just might be however that they will show the beauty of those marks well made.
Then they too will leave their mark upon this tired Earth.
It just might prove that they will erase those marks we make in error.
It just might be however that they will show the beauty of those marks well made.
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