>Good morning by Monija Radovic

Posted on January 9, 2011



There is time that floats in the space
like drops of dew float on the shores of the beach
there is time that again was made up of just you and me
in that time all the dawns broke free.
And the sky was painted in all the hews of purple and red
and all the space surrounding us was just a thick fog of Love
that was the Time just of our own
because all the rest seized to exist.
Days never rise any more
night fail to collapse over this eternal sky
and all the hews still burn the same
safely sleeping on palms of our heart
expending,evolving becoming the Now
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