The night had kissed
with silver tongue,
the tufts of lawn,
and grass, to leave
in shining, frozen dew,
a grace, which
could not last.
with silver tongue,
the tufts of lawn,
and grass, to leave
in shining, frozen dew,
a grace, which
could not last.
Made me think that sometimes certain experiences/occurences are beautiful while they last - however, the lack of permanency also brings with it a level of mystique and a longing for 'the next time'.
ReplyDeleteI think and feel we appreciate things when we know they will not last - that's my experience anyway.
ReplyDeleteWhich is pretty much what you said AC ....
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