one day
during the evening’s calm
my mind gained the maximum composure
amidst the rays golden
of a sun miles away,
I danced gaily
no pain no stress
thoughtless I was
gentle breeze
hushed from within
blissful I remained,
alas only seconds it lasted,
the same evening no more I experienced
its gone, disappeared.
when will I enjoy again
the bliss of that moment?
joyous taste
beyond words and tales.
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CSR: I enjoyed this one very much. Calls into question whether we are capable of recapturing bliss from a previous moment, or if each moment's potential must be mined separately. I tend to believe the latter. Thank you for sharing. -G