By: Francesca Azzolini 
Become enchanted with a moment of time
Because of a glimpse of halting beauty,
Or the haunting melody that laced the air,
Or the breathtaking passion betwixt two spirits.
Mesmerised, by a moment of time,
Til it wilts under the pressure of persistent thought.
Withering, as what had once been revered
Becomes consumed
By knowledge of the previously unknown.
No longer, the moment of time,
A desirous memory
And instead Left to Rot
Without innocent awe to keep it alive.
Or was it ignorant?
Was it ignorant belief in a moment of time
Which buoyed a spirit
Stoked a flame
Felt the burden of the world
(All for a moment of time)

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