
A crack in time
created a new dimension.
Soft beams filtered
dancing dust
vying for streams
in which to ride into its daylight –
to settle where it may.
With a silent breath behind it,
particles scattered
and rebuilt layers of humanity –
all to be explored,
none to be conquered.
It had to be foolproof,
it had to work this time.
When the dust kicked up,
the crack would close – time
became darkness –
until we learned.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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This is a fantastic creation… liked it… 🙂
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Thank you very much for reading, Ashish. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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