I wish I could steal a few moments from life…

Never having seen a delicate life so close to hold;

Green, fresh as the rain washed leaf;

Silvery, enchanting as if an angel

On earth with a message.

“Touch me not,” she fluttered as long as her wings could take;

Choosing to sit on my feet, as long as she decided to have me.

A day had gone by in admiration.

The next day of hope was all about me;

Just another living being,

In search of the beautiful being.

I wish I could steal a few moments from life….

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