A Moment Poem by Rich Harney

A Moment



A moment I stood on the precipice,
An hour I stood at last,
Imagination has an eternity
slips defines of past.

'Twas such a scratch of tomorrows
I unaware of thrill,
I boldly stood on that bright cliff
And over heavens hill.

Come back, to soon it vanishes,
Were I - where I stood,
That drop of moments, hours - brood
To some enchanting -
would!

Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: moments
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