we may never know . when it will be the last time . to watch clouds drift by
there is always time . enough to take a moment . and breathe it all in
every moment . has potential for wonder . if we are open
in a brief moment . everything can be turned . into something else
each passing moment . can create a connection . if we are in it
a splash of colors . creates a moment, before . it is forgotten
a passing moment . is easily forgotten . unless there’s context
the flowering tree . does not wait until there’s time . for us to notice
to catch a moment . and pause is a privilege . we too often miss
to see a moment . is to live in its passing . and smile when it’s gone
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