Transient Beauty

In a crowded café, I sip from my cup,

a stranger sits close, eyes gently shut up.

An eyelash rests lightly, glinting in light,

a moment so fragile, a delicate sight.

How easily we overlook the small things that gleam,

like whispers of beauty, or flickers of dreams.

This eyelash, a reminder, fleeting yet real,

a spark in the mundane, a truth to reveal.