Apr 27, 2019 Original Poetry, Uncategorized
Stillness
©April 27th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Lying on snow, or on a stone floor
Looking up through glass, or through air,
I see everything shining like a voice
In a cathedral, or atop a mountain.
I hear the heartbeat of Earth,
And I am stilled into awe.
The sky bends and cups my face.
I could die happy, thus.
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