The beauty of a moment
as it passes through unknown corridors of my mind
unseen and unfelt by anyone but me
The beauty of a moment
which breaks my yearning heart without pity
answered and accepted by only me
Oh, the blissful solitude,
beautiful days of lazy remembrance
of events and people long gone
Have I gone mad?
Or am I only on my way?
In the beauty of the moment,
in this magic realm of peace,
who really gives a shit?
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