Cherish the Moments

Hey, you, holding a crazy pen, 

Why are you writing the diary?

--Every moment, 

is precious and beholds memory.

What’s there the pen finds?

See the void of blank paper.

 --This trivial,

Attempts, do open, hearts and minds.

Is there,

anything special, that mind finds?

--Moments are,

Special or not, the eternity, diary unwinds.

Why so,

Regular, couldn't you procrastinate?

--Who knows?

When, special moments emerge to act.

Where are the moments?

--The moments are

Scattered like jewels 

When we

Least expect, and they arrive. 

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