from deep sleep one wakes
to a fleeting moment:
glimpses of the room
the window at which the darkness hangs
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What a beautiful moment. I love how you took a moment in life most take for granted and turned it into art. Well done and thank you for sharing :)
and the moment awake fleets through the mind at dinner, hours later The moment captured and memorized so beautifully could fleet through out the life. The poem is a sleepless beauty emerged from sleep.........10/10. Regards Naseer
Wow, this is so true. The mind seems to keep an indelible record of it's impressions; which is not to say, though disease or lack of current, we do not often forget or find ourselves unable to replay certain parts of it.