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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