Moving

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Would we finally understand the depth in the weaknesses of being lured by things that are constantly moving, that are  never meant to stay,that fly away the moment we get closer ,and yet give us just one constant memory and a picturesque moment of its presence ?  Ironically, we find it beautiful to have the sky paint beautiful colours only for a while and yet never set the people who paint our lives with beautiful feelings for a brief while, free.  Always begging them to stay and  never leave. Always being a slave to their presence, that once was, and never will be.

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