Archive-name: Poetry/1-moment.pro
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Archive-title: One Moment
In the fragile, fleeting moment of love, time is a distant echo. Lost to the
whir of wings as they caress the air in ascent. And the firm touch of hands,
made delicate by warm embrace, beckoning back to the quiet palace of the bed.
The mind reels in slow dizziness. The heart quickens, pauses, and releases its
pace to a gentle, even flow. Eyes dance delightedly, with the casual spark of
knowing. Hair glows softly, touched by the slender fingers of light fading
through guarded shades. Easy breath now. Soft whispers, faint smiles and
dreamy laughter.
Dark comes soon.
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