Poem of a Moment

Once, while singing,
dancing, ringing
when dreams and plans
started fulfilling;
life was full
of purity.

Pale blue light,
yet warm and bright,
grey contrasting
golden delight;
now there is
melancholy.

Perfection fades,
fragility invades
as anticipation
starts to degrade;
Projection yields
reality.

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