if life is in its moments, then what are all these recriminations for..
do i hold a handful of regrets and recriminations
or the dew of emotions felt
do we look in those chapters of history
mummified quietly in the folds of our heart
or feel the still gurgle through its silent murmur
as you walk past
moments saturated fraught pure........... felt..
why mourn.. recapture.. or rejoice
who scorns the changing hues of sunrise
or mourns the stars embraced by moonshine.......
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