when the answer comes . it can seem so obvious . and yet be fleeting
the flower’s petals . both clock and calendar, tell . time is precious
out of the corner . of the eye, magic happens . and then slips away
in a wet spring snow . tracks are made; but within hours . will cease to exist
a fleeting moment has just passed, we have now moved on to the next one
the snow on the pine fleeting, will tomorrow be just a memory
not every path will still exist tomorrow travel while you can
with a puff of air or in a blink of an eye the moment is gone
look for the moment be it ever so brief; when the pieces align
everything is a collection of moments that are passing by
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