Crossing the thin red line of life

"It's across this line that we explore

by serendipity or discovery;

and glancing back at sweet memory

pushes us forward to be free." - avr

Dr Abe V Rotor

 How can you write terror with a smile?

Flower in her hair, feather on her pen  

 Hermit crab, hermit kid

 Cub-Boy Scout  

Surrender and Peace - two words for growing up 

 

 Helping hand takes a rest

Street view when the door is locked   

Dog is a girl's live doll

Flowers, flowers, anyone?

How time moves on, creeps or flies,

sweeping across the thin red line

never to return, never to retract, 

neither the unfinished nor sublime.

Treasure its essence in transience,

with the world going round and around,

unceasingly over its remaining time  

so with ours on this planet bound. 

It's across this line that we explore

by serendipity or discovery;

and glancing back at sweet memory

pushes us forward to be free.  ~