The skies are laced
with the designs
of the creator
lest we forget
how infinitesimally small we are –
the canvas is
drawn with a filigree
that cannot be
captured or copied
for its instant in
time and motion
are ever changing
ever beautiful
ever embracing us
in its azure
rapture.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 11:58 PM UTC
The skies are laced
with the designs
of the creator
lest we forget
how infinitesimally small we are –
the canvas is
drawn with a filigree
that cannot be
captured or copied
for its instant in
time and motion
are ever changing
ever beautiful
ever embracing us
in its azure
rapture.
© jeannine davidoff 2002
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