Tiger moments up, close & personal

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╭✿╯I've always believed in savouring the moments. Life is made up of special moments which make it worth living. There are many cherished moments that are missed for a number of reasons.

'The perfect moment can never be improved, and should always be remembered & cherished, just the way it was.' This would have to be one of those moments worth savouring for life.

This experience contained one of those 'truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exists on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability...'

Would I, would n't I? Should I...should n't I...I did and thoroughly enjoyed it, amid heaps of mixed feelings and emotions. Would I do it again...not sure! <3

A poem that comes to mind, which I learnt by rote in Grade 7 was the one by Willaim Blake. I took a keen interest in literature from Primary School days.

The Tiger ~ BY WILLIAM BLAKE
'Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?'