Capture

Filled with a million souls of moments,

It is always ready to capture.

Being jam packed with components,

It waits for someone to rapture.

It s the spur-of-the-moment,

Or maybe you, the precise crafter.

No need for a docent,

Just need the work constant.

I wonder in myself,

By creating with it,

Is the present left to grieve?

The moment goes on a shelf,

Shared as glorious flit,

And a story yet to weave.

Siklódi Lehel   XII. R