Every moving hour is mortal!
live it alive!
the look in his eye flies like a bird.
catch it!
capture the moment in memory and take it as the only thing ever to be given;
for the joy of life is in his lonely look alone!
take the chance and never forget!
my poetry teacher told me once:" be with a capital b!"
and so did Sohrab.
I understand now how precious his look may B!