Saturday, March 15, 2014

In the Fleeting Moments

there's beauty
in the fleeting moments;

in the minute of golden light
dancing on the sidewalk
before sunset,

in the brief sound of rustling leaves
as the breeze whips through
and whispers softly,

in the soft brush of a kiss
 under the cold light of the city night
leaving behind tingling heat;

beauty captured
in memory

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