There may be many
More or fewer
For who knows our future
Moments like these
Not quite joyful
Yet somehow
So fulfilling
Being here
With you
Confounding how
The presence of you
Changes these moments
You point out
The bright yellow goldfinch
Perched in the rain
Feeding on thistle
To feel this moment
To be filled with
A spirit
That passes
My ability to
Convey
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
There may be many
More or fewer
For who knows our future
Moments like these
Not quite joyful
Yet somehow
So fulfilling
Being here
With you
Confounding how
The presence of you
Changes these moments
You point out
The bright yellow goldfinch
Perched in the rain
Feeding on thistle
To feel this moment
To be filled with
A spirit
That passes
My ability to
Convey
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