Category : Poems

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We thank our senses 
For the ability to feel. 
The sense of catharsis 
From nostalgia to beauty. 
And those feelings
We emanate and capture
May fleet or linger, 
And remember for our days on. 
How sublime, paralyzing and 
Forgotten, our feelings are. 
A moment, stripped from time,
Tossed to dwell in our hearts and minds. 
What lies in our souls and spirits, a flickering candle and its flame dim and the wicket spent. 
We condense these lapses into a pocket but its singularity-its own will, marks us. 
And, with that-we become it.