Colour of the Wind
The pause –between heartbeats,
between every in and exhale –
of silence,
contains the universe,
The restful place in the blink of an eye,
in falling and waking moments,
the empty space between every atom,
and every thought,
The time it takes to recognise a lover's face,
when the colour of the wind –
unfolding heaven –
is heard, not seen.
Poetry by Stars&Pills
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Written on 2013-06-03 at 21:44
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