by Indu Sastri

Created on: March 12, 2009

This moment is fleeting, now gone

residual thoughts are mine alone.

Just this lingering feeling

the only thing not fleeing.

A breath here and a whiff there

I learn to take what i can snare.

A perfect minute, comes to pass

yet another, mere, shadows of the last.

Had i a grasp on, this, time

nothing would be more sublime.

Noble entrance, stealthy exit,

each subtler than the next.

Leave a mark on my soul,

and, soon enough, a gaping hole.

A chance to make amends, i say

Had i, but, one more day.

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