Every moment does sparkle
Like a smile
Like a teardrop
Like a snowflake - never two alikeThere is sparkly high and sparkly low
Some like a feather against your skin
Some like a dagger to the heart
Evoking the unfathomable withinFor those lows, it would be amazing
To dwell upon an exemplary high
The most beautiful moment in life
Do you have a pick?That's the ting with picking one
Even the most decisive
Indecisive in the face of decision
An excuse to collect a relative "few"There's others who say the best
It's yet to come
What if you leave life?
Is it still "coming"? How good it is and what it is
Totally relative
As much as what undertone is better
White hinted cool or warmThey are all white and yet
You search for the "whitest"
Trying to make sense of relativity
Sadly it's parabolic, not straightIf you ask me what would I say?
It's just a range of how good or bad
But to pick just one?
I'd pick one that I recall most
What tries to erase the pain
When judgement is clouded by pain
What is the first thing you reach for
When falling amidst crumbling debrisIf you could do anything at all
What would you pick to do
How that connects to your life
Is in fact, for this moment,
Your most beautiful moment in life.It might change too.
There's not just one pretty butterfly or flower, but justice is the only judge
You're the only judge of all the relativity; holding every moment against all your scales.Would a drop of blue make your whites whiter or would you look for the warmth?
The traditional "crisp white" kr the traditional "off-white"
It's your choice and even a scale oscillates before coming to a halt at a reading.
So it's perfectly fine to be indecisive and have way too many beautiful moments as long as you have them!
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