Like a breath of fresh air
Like a cool breeze
Like a rush of wind
I feel it on my skin
Brushing past
Ruffling my hair
Scattering my senses
I try to reach out
To grasp it, clasp it in my palms
But as ever, it cannot be caught
It slips through my fingers
And once again, it passes me by
And I am left behind
A fist clutching at nothingness
Love, palpable, perceptible, discernible, tangible
But transient, evanescent
[…] Source: Ephemeral […]
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Simple yet deep!
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Thanks, Stephen!
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welcome
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But if you just sit still…watch what happens 🙂
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The bubbles will either float away or burst, c’est la vie! 😉
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Beautifully deep and poignant! 🙂
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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Sometimes reality is the burst in the bubble and there’s a place for living the fantasy. But I get you.
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🙏🏽
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Very lovely 🖤
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Thank you very much!
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Nicely written. Love the descriptive words, really helps you understand the feeling.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful!!🌸
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Thanks, Shreya!
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So well written and so deep
Michelle
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Thanks, Michelle!
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Beautiful. Loved it.
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I’m glad you think so. A big thank you!
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