Let beautiful things be
like to peer into your eyes
And lovingly watch the dying
of all longings.
To glimpse a smile
in the cusp of a moment
and become unable to unsee it
till we fall into permanent renaissance
To see you cry
in ecstasy
will make your tears
sweet...
To dry the tears
of a widow
and know
the wettest a liquid can be
To shout
In a moment of ecstasy
Be able to jump
in and out of horizons
Until fade in self dissolution
Photocredit: Rachel Avivi
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