Moments most transient shine brightest, eternal in our memories, emblazoned;
For after all that's said and done,
What are we but earthly caskets, of memory,
Bid to see the light each day, pass us by for our longing
The ethereal nihility we yield to, in the twilight of our joys and our sorrows that we share and the people we share them with
What can we do but live each moment in truth
As those that love- démodé - enamored by and everlasting,
Locked in that moment, forever, embossed in memory, of life
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