Moment

Silver grey sky is untouched by colors.  In the early hours of morning vaguely visible silhouettes are misleading.  Quiet is consuming the surroundings immersing them in a surrealistic flow of sounds and smells that'll all seize to exist with the first rays of sun obligingly vanishing into the air. Holding on to a delicate whisper murmuring in your ear you wish for the time to slow and let you breathe not burdened with anticipation or hope. It's a dream that only lives for a moment balancing on the edge of the night, twisting the frame into unfamiliar shapes readying itself for another day.

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  1. A perfect choice of words to describe a moment beyond words...

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