
There is a pause before living
the breath of time
where I roll and turn
and jump into the cloud
of what we see
I become lost in those waves
but the tides and gravity
bring me back
with round and loving words
to find my way into the pause where I live
So beautiful!
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Like becoming a child again, beautiful poem Dan.
Narayan x
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Thanks Nara
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