This moment is a bliss
Let the present dance merely, the way the sudden β drop of dew dances over a leaf π Let her hands touch your hands , the way the waves touch the seashore My lad why worry about the past , why live in the future this moment is a bliss Those memories still flicker in the ash, as I see her face in the forgotten old stash..
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