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~Lamenting An Idea Lost~

Like lightning on a darkling afternoon,

The flash of insight came without a sound.

No virtuoso playing a new tune

Had ever inspiration so profound.

The revelation was a perfect fit;

The key to unseal some forbidden door.

A glimpse of glory late beyond my wit,

My path to bounty unknown heretofore.

Then, like a bird escaping from a snare,

Ephemeral, my idea flew away,

A frozen snowflake, so unique and rare,

Dissolving in the heat of waxing day.

For, carelessly, I did not write it down;

My thought then vanished, no more to be found.