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toward the pleasures
that cannot endure
as the last note rests
a rising moon
Go ahead. Live like you have no end. Squander your minutes more precious than a beadouin’s water. It makes no difference to me; I will find you sometime.
But if I enjoyed your span, I would stop and watch a sunrise. Tear up listening to a symphony. Breathe in the fragrance of the first bloom. Run my fingers across that skin. Savor that first sip of hot coffee. I would experience every moment as though it were my last.
Because every moment is the last.
the silence between the rest
and the applause
happiness, as fleeting
as all else in nature
Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform, imagined by Sanaa
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