Desirable
Zealously pursued; seldom attained
A rare temptress is she
Hold too tight and she disappears
A fine mist
in the pre-dawn of the
summer
scorcher
Hold loosely and she vanishes
beneath worries
Concerns
Frustrations
troubles
No, she is fleeting
A vague notion, few of us are cognizant we even have…
… until she
has fled
And we remain.
Troubled.
In the dark.
With only the memory
of happier times
Just passed…
And regretful
at how oblivious we were.
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This is just a little something I wrote a while back. It felt like it wanted an audience 🙂
Have a great day, dear Reader!
— KRidwyn