wait
on the shelf
like the breeze of fresh wind
just for the moment
before it disappears
wait
in my palms
like the smell
of wild flowers
before it
evaporates in the air
stop
and give the sensation a hug
just for the moment
before it vanishes
in time
~ the moment ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Delighted with the imagery of this poem.10.