speak such clarity to me,
as though I have never found
any living thing inside the room
of my soul before?
break light against us, washing
each cold foot and finger in dream-heat.
We are awake but still, and if
I catch the instant, will it be dutiful
or pardon itself and fade?
only the deep quiet, restless within,
gives this time a reason.
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This is one that leaves one pondering. Thank you for your entry @ajai.
thanks for the encouraging words @rensoul17, really matters a lot.
YES...I'M LOVING IT...SIMPLE BUT SILENT...SILENT BUT LOUD #BUILD
thanks