The quiet moment,
the love of a child,
the heat of a winters moon,
looming life to be lived to soon.
With a dream,
distilled on vine,
withered worries, soul divide.
Clueless Entry, lost key,
on a wonder the world came back for free.
Chased spirit, thoughts in vapour,
the moment is won,
sat back and a minute of soul is stretched over a month of doom,
like a thermal shield from all the gloom.
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