Sweet Moment
Her lips were still partly opened,
remembering the taste of his kiss.
Her arms were still stretched forward
and curved, as though she was holding his
back in the moonlight blues.
Her nostrils were still tracking his scent,
as it disappeared into the alley…
She was cradling the moment,
before it went away with the wind of time….
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