Twinkling.
Changing.
Radiating light of varied colour,
Reflected from infinite source.
Exhaling causes them to scatter
Randomly into space.
Forming swirling spirals
Due to the slightest movement of my hand.
The ripple moves further and further away
Until it has blended in.
Is this how God feels?
Watching the dust
Falling away from light into darkness.
2 comments:
This is one of my earliest poems, and also one of my favourites.
I agree with your comment! Wait a minute that doesnt make sense. Oh
Loved the poem tho
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