Soft hair frames dusty eyes that hint at green
As dappled skin sings of perfect moments
Some seconds now past
Gentle hands linger
Afraid perhaps to forget
Certainly desperate to remember
Wondering all the while
If this moment and this feeling
Will grow
Slipping past uncertain expectations
To become a procession of perfect moments
Stretching into some unseen distance
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