
I watch the sunlight spill across the floor,
Its golden fingers stretching soft and slow;
A whisper drifts from just beyond the door,
A fleeting warmth that only I can know.
The world may rush, its hours all collide,
Yet here I pause, suspended, calm, and free;
No ticking clock can pierce this gentle tide,
No roar of life can steal this reverie.
Within this pause, my heartbeat finds its song,
A quiet truth that dances through the air;
Though all outside may tumble, rush, or wrong,
This fragile instant blossoms unaware.
And when it fades, I carry it inside,
A world of calm no storm can override.
written by: Tanish Reed
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