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
the repetition . of daily life can be paused . to catch a moment
a kind of magic . lives in each moment, waiting . to be discovered
bare tree branches reach . for the winter sky, trying . to hold the moment
the winter paintbrush . blends light and color, captures . a fleeting moment
the moment, once gone . is already forgotten . as it really was
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