In Rhythmic Measure

"The same stream of life
that runs through the world
runs through my veins
night and day in rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
into numberless waves of flowers."
~ Rabindranath Tagore

Stillness. Puffs of clouds are gray against orange sky. Airplane soars up into the color... oooh. Pretty. That sun knocks me over, then swallows me up, with its light... and colors...

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Write by: RC - Sunday, July 11, 2010

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