L o r r i e
A Fragile Moment in Time
The cold was gentle, almost tender, and the snow dancing in the air felt like a fragile veil, blurring the edges of reality with something just out of reach. Each step I took on the glittering carpet left a trace, only to vanish moments later like fleeting memories of dreams that slip away before you can hold onto them.
How beautiful this sight was. Full of cherished memories, I danced with the snow and became one with the moment. When fantasy touches the heart, it sets the mind free, and the fingers create images that often turn into reality, a place where everything exists in abundance and depth. You just have to believe.
When I finally stopped, I turned around and looked back. My footprints had already begun to fade, swallowed by the falling snow. It was a quiet knowing, a gentle ache, like the final note of a song lingering in the air. I knew that this dream this fleeting world was coming to an end. And yet, for one fragile, beautiful moment, I had been part of it.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
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A Fragile Moment in Time
The cold was gentle, almost tender, and the snow dancing in the air felt like a fragile veil, blurring the edges of reality with something just out of reach. Each step I took on the glittering carpet left a trace, only to vanish moments later like fleeting memories of dreams that slip away before you can hold onto them.
How beautiful this sight was. Full of cherished memories, I danced with the snow and became one with the moment. When fantasy touches the heart, it sets the mind free, and the fingers create images that often turn into reality, a place where everything exists in abundance and depth. You just have to believe.
When I finally stopped, I turned around and looked back. My footprints had already begun to fade, swallowed by the falling snow. It was a quiet knowing, a gentle ache, like the final note of a song lingering in the air. I knew that this dream this fleeting world was coming to an end. And yet, for one fragile, beautiful moment, I had been part of it.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Construct/137/77/23