As a bird in flight
Like a rhapsody of love,
Time's solemn promise beckons,
To catch and to cherish,
The scarce moments of bliss,
Like the fragrance of fresh flowers
In the volatile field of life
Where sweeping mirages materialize
To taunt the thirsty traveller,
Then disappears in a moment's quiet anguish.
But then the reality remains
Like solid concrete cast in life's bivouac;
It holds firm and keeps our sanity,
Ere we fall headlong into the chasm.
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