One and a half minutes

One moment of solitude,
turns into a thousand years,
and melts again, into droplets of bliss.

One moment of anguish,
turns into a universe of tears,
and crystallizes as a heart.

One moment of love,
turns into eons of memory,
and precipitates into golden spangles of him,
his essence that is.

All this, is essentially ephemeral,
unnecessarily though.

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