Here and Gone
©February 7th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Snow came down like sleep.
And I watched flakes fly by me
As I drove down the street.
Like the vanishing of the world
As it dissolves into dream-dust,
The snow melted into itself
And remained, still.
I wondered at it.
How can something vanish
And still remain?
I wondered at it.
How can something vanish
And still remain?
When I die, I should like
To go like snow.
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