cold september - The Moment

wait
on the shelf
like the breeze of fresh wind
just for the moment
before it disappears

wait
in my palms
like the smell
of wild flowers
before it
evaporates in the air

stop
and give the sensation a hug
just for the moment
before it vanishes
in time

~ the moment ~

cold september

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