These Fleeting Sparks


Campfire with sparks in Anttoora, Finland.
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Each moment scurries by

Faster than I can blink,

I grab what memories I can,

There’s little time to think,

These fleeting sparks are life,

Part of the eternal flame,

Novas on a smaller scale,

Without a noble name,

I tell the stories of others,

Leaving them a place in rhyme,

Immortalizing them with words,

That will stand the test of time,

Those fleeting moments race,

Yet are caught within this age,

My life will be productive,

Capturing sparks upon the page.

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