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Fleeting love,

It feels shy. It runs,

Averting eyes,

But it’s delighted inside.

It is delighted with encounter,

It is delighted with a storm,

It is delighted with a life,

With tears and strength,

Which came at dawn.

Though fleeting it is called,

It can strongly wings unfold.

It leaves a trace for the end of days