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Date Written: October 25, 2017

Moments are like breeze

With Immortal crease

Which hugs one quietly 

When blows silently

And like butterflies flies

Surrounds and flies

Not Imprisoned in our fist

Leaves with jist

Like conscience moments 

Hang in our life with penchant

Accounting with its deeds

Appear in our needs

And allows a rarer selection 

Like colorful picture appear to get appreciation 

​​​​​​ But never bedecked in frame

It is all momentary game

Like a new poems it is seen and thrown after fresh reading

Moments jeep revealing

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