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years move on, moments stay
glued to the margins of memory
along life’s mysterious paths
they appear… soaked
in the footfalls of rain; whirring
in the murmur of winds
twirling bygone joys
they streak autumnal evenings
in split-seconds of terrifying,
enthralling lightning;
wispy, obscure instants, ominous
in their collective flash
on tantalising moonlit nights,
their silver dust beguiles, haunts,
scintillates dreams and is lost
in hope-laced beams of another day
years move on, aromatic moments stay
faintly fragrant in their special way
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