#4

A fragile, neon moment

observed from above

or below.

A tragic vivid torment,

only to discover

the flow.

I don't know.

The water crashes,

waving goodbye

but the millions of

molecules

never wonder why.

Time is here

and then its gone

an empty glass,

what we've become.

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