A conversation with tingling coffee aroma, I try to grasp the fleeting moment when the flakes of joy are dancing through my senses. But like many things in life, they are not meant to be kept. I was looking out of the window when the wind started blowing. Dancing feathers curtained with enchanting white. Beyond the fallen droplets there was a shredded melancholy. An accidental truth masked with scintillating delight. I sigh because it was so beautiful. I sigh because it reminds me of yesterday. I sigh because I may never understand.
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