time
was purely a four-letter concept with you
you made hours alone
discussing the universe and its secrets
feel like fleeting minutes
a year passed by
in an ephemeral glance
reality completely deliquesced
with the touch of your lips
and your love was marked as transitory
...but those eyes were infinite
x.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
time
was purely a four-letter concept with you
you made hours alone
discussing the universe and its secrets
feel like fleeting minutes
a year passed by
in an ephemeral glance
reality completely deliquesced
with the touch of your lips
and your love was marked as transitory
...but those eyes were infinite
x.
ephemerality is the concept of things being transitory, existing only briefly. because different people may value the passage of time differently, "the concept of ephemerality is a relative one"
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