There something quite special,
Most unique, nay — divine,
A phenomenon, ne’er gentle,
It lilts as the tide.
There in mere moments,
That slip in the breeze.
Swirling emotions;
Profundity.
So precious, that presence;
Elusive, yet vast.
Peculiar fluorescence.
That shine? What a spark.
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