the light streams through glass shards
held
together by stone-pressed force
columns of light refract onto the hard
and cold wooden floor
dust particles, suspended in free fall, dance as the light
shimmers on their skin
gleaming like small glints of silver
the dust fades into the
Air;
transcendent, Gone.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
the light streams through glass shards
held
together by stone-pressed force
columns of light refract onto the hard
and cold wooden floor
dust particles, suspended in free fall, dance as the light
shimmers on their skin
gleaming like small glints of silver
the dust fades into the
Air;
transcendent, Gone.
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