is like a shadow
is like a cloud
is like the smell of fresh cut grass
delicate
fresh
it fills you lungs with all those happy, sad memories.
And I think to myself
so much time
so much life
things we lost
things we gained
but for a moment
we leave them all behind
we live the now
my friend and I
we have time for nothing else
but the bearable lightness of the moment
one
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