Staring
at the fire,
crackling.
Dark room
candle flicker.
Soft classical
music.
Christmas tree
lit.
Timeless.
Time has
no meaning.
No meaning
at such a
moment.
Universe
disappears,
outside gone.
Only that
scene, that
moment.
Could be
any time.
Could be
any place.
The moment
the same.
Timeless.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 24th, 2019 07:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Comments1
Some moments are indeed like that. Thanks for the post John.
Thank you for reading
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