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Ephemeral

  • Writer: Malice Blūm
    Malice Blūm
  • 18 hours ago
  • 1 min read

Moments slip

like grain through grasping hands.


Dreams drift

like mist under waking skies.


Reach now —

before dawn forgets your name.



I wrote this poem as a reminder to myself that time is fleeting. Moments and dreams can slip away if we wait too long, so it’s important to pursue what we want now, before the chance passes.

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