All She Wanted

Was a perfect moment
So she tried to gather all the little bits and parts
strewn all over the living room
Tried gluing the spaces between the pieces
despite her bifocals
Tried to hold her fractured moment
in the amber sunlight
But she found
Moments are like butterflies
And
you cannot mend Time

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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