
transient are our moments together
both charmed by the alchemy
of the unknown and nouveou
our time fragmented
by the medley of chatter and silence
movement and flight
and the magic slip by
like sand through fingers
~r
... we are loved for who we are, imperfections and all. our very own idiosyncrasies make us more endearing than our glorious achievements: Thank God, LOVE is not meritocracy..and that changes everything.
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