The voices of evaporating rain
remind me of the times that will never come again.
Captive in a moment,
I've done my time when comes the next.
But will the gift of this breath be freedom
or a notch upon the wall to prove that I was here?
And I realize that we can never capture a moment;
only let ourselves be captivated by it.
And the more time that we spend inside the cell of every second
makes us thankful for the next
and longing for the last.
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