He caught me,
The way children catch snowflakes
In the palm of their hands.
And for a moment, the world
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wonder, love is a wonder - how does it happen, how could it be, why does it happen now and not then, why with this person and not that, or so many questions and no answers, only WONDER
When the wonder of a moment takes us away from everything else in our world...then that moment should surely be one of those moments that we truly 'live' by... Hugs, Dee
And happiness becomes as intangible as a beautiful snowflake. Lovely, Christine. Raynette
'the pure white, perfect/nothing-else of that moment.' that's beautifully written! i get an innocence, contentment happiness. all i experienced in the readings. pure 10
A beautiful metaphor, Christine. And- 'Becoming in that instance What we will never not be again.' - an artful use of a double negative. A love poem with a delicate, mysterious majesty.