If i could................
I would have kept these moments
Wrapped in purple velvet
Clasped in silver chords.
But look, they fall
Like fire gilded feathers
And melt into the emptiness
Like our own ungathered whispers.
Oh! Beware of their subterfuges
As they gently float by
Trembling, in a breathless hush
Stealing scent from the roses
And turning embers into ashes.
But I know they weep in secret too
I hear their sobs in the nights.
So i just want a little handful
To scatter them before your eyes
To consecrate them as a part of miracle
Though the side that's a bit lesser bright.
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