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In the space between the moments
Myriad eternities merge,
They come like dreams
on whispered interludes
between seeding and
blooms,
As a tender touch of dew
at dawn,
With a lightness of
just dried butterfly wings.
Then the time between the pictures,
Before the sprockets fill,
Here lie thoughts beyond the number
As dreams whispering.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
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