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May 2018
Time passes, the earth spins and things are forgotten.
       But through my life,
Moments.

Velvet darkness, the heat of their eyes on me, a warm light smiling down,
       Capturing the dust swirling through the air,
Time stops.
       Shimmering sound around me and within, a deep glow of pride.

Standing atop a nearly vertical mount, the spray foaming over her sides.
       The brilliant blue of the sky contrasting the steel grey of the water below
My brow furrowed, every fibre of my being concentrated,
       on the serene buoy, bobbing happily opposite his twin.
The ripple of canvas, a single, joyous shout,
       followed by the roar of victory.

A foreign, yet comfortable bed.
       The window letting in the golden morning,
The quiet dust respectfully acknowledging the beauty,
       of the perfect light.
A slow, pleasant drift into consciousness,
       lasting for hours,
yet gone in a moment.

These are the moments that create,
       These are the moments that nurture and love,
These are my moments, and in my words,
       I pass them to you.
Sam Hacker
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Sam Hacker  16/M/Canada
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