fleeting moments

i.
crisp crunch of bones as you
jerk awake
away from the oblivion
that holds ocean-like depth
yet instantly forgotten
quick as the wane of a wave

ii.
small drops of rain –
sky and cement painted pewter
above softly radiating flowers
in the short-lived drizzle
before the downpour
washes the streets clean
and washes the colours away

iii.
quick connection of
sight
feelings mirrored in
standstill flecks of ebony
gone in theblinkofaneye
turned away
to the unknown future

It turns out I’m not very poetic.

x.

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❄︎ chloe ❄︎

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