A day at the beach, 1905

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Meisaan Chan
 
What happens to our joy when we die
to our frolicking under the sun
or our contentment of digging our toes in the sand;
what happens to the love of ghosts,
these centuries standing on the shoulders of millennia
standing on the wispy non-shoulders beyond memory
– it’s just one big lake –
and each day we add our bliss, our suffering, our passion
drop by drop
 
 
© Meisaan Chan

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(Photo credit: Twisted Sifter)
 
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