FLOWING COLORS

The cosmos imploded in me.
Crashing waves of emotions seams.
All became a vibrating energy magnified.
Focusing on the eternal in a sand grain.
Then lost to the countless eternal
"A bird landed on the sands eternal".
There making impression of progress.
All sub come, to the weighted matter.
The bird took wing, and flew away.
The progression of the sun,
marked the matter.
God, took notice and watched his creation.

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