Breathe, It's only Passing.

From the desk of Vitasta Raina

Time: irrelevant

We die with each breath

we take, like clouds evapourate.

Dust storms of warm dew.

We walk beyond life,

sprinkled in diamond dust,

ghosts in summer rain.

We are time waves, bound

by escape velocities

of genetic zeal.

We are reborn each

sunrise, merging into white,

the colour of hope.

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Pen and Ink. (c) Vitasta 2013/14