Questions
Do we live too long for the moment,
for our visions that fleeting seem?
Do we deem what is passing substantial,
and what shall abide a mere dream?
Was love brought by a moment,
by a moment stolen away?
Did the fire that burned most fiercely
turn the soonest ashen-gray?
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2018
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