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A Moment of Love

A story can be found in fugacious blossoms;
Somewhere even in the tiniest speck of time;
In the misprinted sentence lost in a book;
In the redundant whisper at the end of a song.
At times a word is all you desperately need,
Instead of a tome, and that's when you see
How beautiful one word can truly be.
The love that you find in one talking star
Can put a sky full of them to shame.
Yes, beauty is like a drug when short-lived,
And in this ephemera lies the love you deny.

Tell me, why does beauty have to last?
Why can't love come and go
Like one unforgettable spring?
Why can't you watch a flower bloom
In awe, without the fear of losing it?
Isn't transient beauty like a conscious dream
In which we choose to live and love
Knowing that morning isn't far?
How can it possibly be more bewitching?
Is it not incredible if one song can
Make you want to run and fly and swim?
Beauty and love does not have to last;
There is no such rule; there can never be.
Isn't that hauntingly mesmerizing?

Love can be that swift little wind
That comes and goes, plays with your hair,
Reminding you of a long forgotten dream,
And rekindling hope you've never tasted.
Tell me, have you ever felt that you
Have heard a certain laugh
And lived more life in the blink of an eye
Than you would in an entire lifetime?

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