Poem: The Faintest Gleam.
The Faintest Gleam.
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They are fleeting,
Touching with a tiny breath
Before they disappear,
A once in a lifetime, wisp of otherness.
You must attend them,
Drop everything and make a note,
Like diamonds in the rough
Looking exactly like something else
They come only the once.
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great post as usual!