By JH Sayyar
O fleeting joy that dances through the soul,
A spark that kindles fire in mortal veins,
Thy silken touch can make the shattered whole,
And lull the heart to rest from silent pains.
Thou bloom bright in youth’s enchanted spring,
Where laughter flows like rivers in the sun,
Yet time, with stealthy step and sharpened sting,
Doth chase thee down ere half thy course is run
But still we seek thee in the wine and song,
In whispered love or dreams that pierce the skies;
Though brief thy stay, we crave thee all life long,
For in thy dim light, even sorrow softly lies.
So dance, sweet Pleasure, in thy fleeting grace—
A moment’s balm that time never can erase.
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