Poetry

Moments New

A scorched horizon,

Inviting with enticement,

Those, with hearts surrendered

To ferly skies.

Enriching blends allure desire,

With ether bliss and ripened field,

A blink has captured moments new.

Past days swept by a tender breeze,

Why seize what has not yet begun?

The young will now strive to belong,

Abandoned;

In spite of aching mind,

Before once more our time is gone;

At least for now,

It will live on.

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