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A Moment
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The Every Now and Thens In a single, delicate moment,
the blossoms fell from the branch and
landed into your hair
I will not forget the color,
the sunset pink,
the mixture of an artist's hand, who for once,
got it right.
An unmovable second,
the sweet uncanny taste of brief love
I watched you brush them off onto the ground,
where they lay forever in my memory
Yes, darling,
it could be this way,
because I am the only one who knows your
subtle canvas
I am the only one,
ever.
