If I could, that timid happiness now belongs to you.
Oh you don’t know what I’m talking about?
If I could leave you the sweetness of the late summer,
The juicy, extravagant fruity fragrance, sometimes with
The guilt of self-indulge
But I couldn’t,
So I wrote it down,
I carve that into the paper fibre,
To the hard disk
For you
The Fleeting Moments 