Artherese | Poems, Music, and Musings

It might seem
Fleeting, too fast
Can I at least bask
revel in the beauty 
of each moment’s passed

Or can I rebel
And leave my bubble
And try to live
In acceptance
That each second’s
gone in an instant

All the more it glimmers
All the more it shines
Like magic, before my eyes.

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