as moments present, flutter their wings
shiver they not from icy past shadows
cringe not ever from fires tall, to come
in synch they waltz with every breeze
dropping their dew as the sun glows
forgetting it ever existed on its bosom
holding the present on a soul, green
knowing when to leave its own home
no trace of desires broken, unfulfilled
leaving behind lessons for our living
in present
image: kotukudreaming.maori.nz
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