Ephemeral

Neil Carlo Vallega

The glittering sparks were lucent enough to blind the wisest of man that it was rather transient; such eyes.

And comes along the fierce excitement of a fleeting moment, stealing and stalling

the order and chaos of such emotions; running of scintillating imaginations, that a man can compose— a glimmer of a sonata

but such a heart valued by art ended far too easy Such a spark as is, ephemeral.

Split second

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