Ephemeral Whispers

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"A poetic ode to the transient beauty of life, where moments shimmer like delicate petals in the morning light. Cherish each fleeting breath, for in the ephemeral lies life's true magic."

In response to

Weekend Writing Prompt #312 – Ephemeral




In fleeting beauty, whispers roam,
Ephemeral moments, softly comb.
Like petals dancing, kissed by dawn,
Life's tapestry, forever drawn.
Time's embrace, a fleeting gleam,
Ephemeral dreams, a wistful theme.
Cherish each breath, before it's done,
For life's true magic, shines in ephemeral sun.

Word count - 43 words

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