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Jul 16
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I am a sunset

painting shades

of orange gold

to be remembered,

briefly.

I stamp my print

on shifting sands

defining moments

I cannot hold

the rising tide,

briefly.

I am a rush of wants

in someone’s eyes,

the stormy clouds

across the skies,

briefly

I am


-
H.O
July 16, 2019
β€œOne clear moment, one of trance
One missed step, one perfect dance
One missed shot, one and only chance
Life is all...but one fleeting glance.”
― Sanober Khan
Hector
Written by
Hector  M/Florida, USA
(M/Florida, USA)   
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