Archive-name: Poetry/1-moment.pro

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Archive-title: One Moment





In the fragile, fleeting moment of love, time is a distant echo.  Lost to the 

whir of wings as they caress the air in ascent.  And the firm touch of hands, 

made delicate by warm embrace, beckoning back to the quiet palace of the bed.



The mind reels in slow dizziness.  The heart quickens, pauses, and releases its

pace to a gentle, even flow.  Eyes dance delightedly, with the casual spark of

knowing.  Hair glows softly, touched by the slender fingers of light fading 

through guarded shades.  Easy breath now.  Soft whispers, faint smiles and 

dreamy laughter.



Dark comes soon.



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