February 25, 2017

Notice how quickly,

flash becomes fade

then nostalgia glows.

Without this way,

all would be

and never leave.

The familiar comforts.

Swaddled in warmth;

tender plump rare.

The isolated transform.

Friction into flame.

Sparkle in sapphire.

Multitudes fade flashes.

Window shoppers deli...

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