few moments in life pass us by with such grace and beauty that true happiness is achieved.
A moment so pure no pain or sorrow could reach us,
just one emotion and one alone.
Its presence,
through fleeting,
is more welcome than a thousand perfect sunrises,
more welome than an endless summer,
even more welcome than the love of a lifetime.
Such moments befall us suddenly;
in bed listening to the radiator whine,
sitting on the porch alone with rain slowly pattering on the ground,
laying in the tall grass seeing the wind blow through the branches.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
few moments in life pass us by with such grace and beauty that true happiness is achieved.
A moment so pure no pain or sorrow could reach us,
just one emotion and one alone.
Its presence,
through fleeting,
is more welcome than a thousand perfect sunrises,
more welome than an endless summer,
even more welcome than the love of a lifetime.
Such moments befall us suddenly;
in bed listening to the radiator whine,
sitting on the porch alone with rain slowly pattering on the ground,
laying in the tall grass seeing the wind blow through the branches.
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