The Pause—be it long or short
knows not time.
It's where the flowers live,
the trees sway
the moon shines
the mind dreams
the kiss lives
and humanity sings.
Oh how the world casts a dark eye
when the pause lasts longer than a nigh.
Yet truth be known,
all that happens in The Pause
lives long beyond the sunrise
Quietly, or not, filling—
filling the cracks left behind
in the bustle of the grind.
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