As the sun filters through the grey cloud,
and sweeps clear the wide blue sky, she holds
to the moment knowing that it will never pass
save into the the next and the next and the next.
A MOMENT
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As the sun filters through the grey cloud,
and sweeps clear the wide blue sky, she holds
to the moment knowing that it will never pass
save into the the next and the next and the next.