Like an a corrugated iron nail in the ocean
Like the wax sliding down a candle
Like a fish thrown on the shore by the vindictive waves
Like a lonely stranger walking alone on a cold winter night
Like the smoke that blows away into eternal nothingness
Like a sad song that reverberates into oblivion
Like lies and contempt that has no meaning
Like a soft whisper that is heard, and then is lost again
Like a lonesome tear flowing from a brown eye
Like a discarded photograph, faded with time
Like a beautiful dream, erased from your consciousness
Like a forgotten memory, that is not forgotten after all
Like an old, torn out yellow-papered book
Like a broken autumn twig on the ground
Like a paper boat that lost its way, soggy and adrift
Like a soft caress, that is felt briefly, and then never felt again..
Butterflies and Hurricanes 
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