Life’s fleeting dramas,
between the weekends first petite verre and it’s last exhausted exhale.
  Perched upon each moment,
I lament the slow passing
of the day’s million stories,    I sit
appreciating it’s finite beauty;
neglecting word, metaphor and so too their immortality.


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