THE ONE

by Robert
(Durban,S.Africa)

IT IS THE BREATH THAT HOLDS THE WINDS
OF ALL THE WORLDS WITHIN IT
THE STILLNESS BETWEEN HEARTBEATS
THE JOY OF A FLOWER.

THE PERFECT MOMENT
BRIGHT AS TEN THOUSAND SUNS
THAT GOES ON AND ON FOREVER,
THAT WILL ALWAYS AND UNFAILINGLY
ALL DARKNESS, ALL TERROR, SWIFTLY SEVER./

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