As If Poem by robyn nathan

As If



sand fall through my fingers
i am in the changing colours of time
i am falling back into the all and nothing
as if sand
as if ash
i am absorbed into the timelessness and magic
of cloud
of ocean
of mountain
and thought it is a passing consequence

Saturday, January 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spirit
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