The Moya View
It’s the weak light
that remains in memory—
the fragile fleeting light
that stays an
ephemeral moment
behind gray storm clouds,
rosy dawns, rainbows,
streaking like a meteor—
and is gone…
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JONATHAN MOYA
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I Love this. It’s almost a philosophy. Beautiful image.
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