The sparkle and the shimmer
Flies past the night
Past the moment
Evaporating
A mist that one can never grasp
The melting snow
Burns the touch of the ice
The fresh water cleaning everything in its path
Peace and quiet on the souls
Charity and love coming forth
Even for a momentary glimpse
Content is the word that comes to mind
Beauty of the rising dawn
If only it could last forever
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