Bliss

The moment

When time stands still

The moment

Is the only thing

That exists

The fleeting thought

Of white clouds

And paradise beyond

Comes to your mind

The moment

When you feel your soul

Smile

The moment when

Only that moment matters

That is the moment

Of pure bliss

And life is just an

Assortment of such moments

Scattered across years

Places and time

Life is just a string

Of moments of pure bliss

A string of moments

Of pure bliss !

 

– Vee!

 

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