We are the Children of Time,
our dew drops mirror our World,
crossing the edges of eternal visions
as strings of inception crossing immortal times.
We move along with and through Time,
seeking the effervescence of future tenses
with stardust desires swirling in cymatic impressions
and the interludes opiating all human sensations.
We dance formlessly in holographic sceneries
with rippled reflections and silent similarities
forgetting our punctuations and connotations
only verbing the noun of our own Existence,
endlessly scrolling through the alchemic gravities
as glittering particles of an Ancient sophic apocrypha.
We paint our stories on celestial canvases
with memories of “Being” rather than on “Having”,
all of our emotions can break all the parenthesis
and build empyrean dreams and Life fantasies…
The hourglass reset its seconds for the Children of Time!
©Anca Mihaela Bruma
Photos from the internet.
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