Within A Perfect Moment

Within a perfect moment
I hold your image dear

Awash in floral glory
tracing scent across the air

Your upturned face aglow;
favoured by the sun

A glimpse of instinct holstered
from a wild thing born to run

Within this perfect moment
I hold your image dear

Once privileged to witness,
now grieved that you’re not here


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