Precious.
The truth is, nobody knows
where we go,
vibrations are what we follow
what draws me to you
what a soothing thought
In amongst the war of life
it brings us to eachother,
for that is the meaning
of this plight
you're never impoverished
with people around you
no silence in your soul,
a quiet moment left untold
only joy lives in the moment
of present time,
it's beautiful, it's fleeting
and precious.
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Author:
Sayjáy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2025 16:50
- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection of how precious our moments are. However long or short.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Moments are precious and they don't return. Nicely written
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