Sunday, February 19, 2023

If I Could Touch a Moment

 If I could touch a moment

Hold it, turn it over

It would be now

I’d keep it forever.


I’d put it in a box

The lid on tight

And when I felt the pull

I’d open it


And release

Delight.
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