It Came To Me.

Standing alone in a moment in time
The connectivity of molecules in front of me

Remind me of touch.
The stillness captures my sense of solitude,

While the eferecent bubbles arise my curiosity.

What if my creativity could creep through and

Scratch the surface enough to capture the scene.

The sense of balance restored gives me strength 
The message is in the rhythm 

The tension is in the atmosphere

The heart can sing again.

Rosaleen Crowley

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