Vibrations
flow across the landscape
of creation,
inscribing rhyme and rhythm
into the flesh of Being.
Retreating
to the far corners of eternity,
silence flees
the intonations of reality.
I, also, posted this poem in the journal Writing in Snow, located in the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.
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