Inspired in part by a poem by Octavio Paz called En Uxmal, the rest is just me contemplating the morning.

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Morning

The wind falling free from the sky,
The light scatters on the ground;
Like a stained glass window, the colors fragment
They scatter all throughout.

A moment of time has been stilled,
A bird in mid air,
A rose’s falling petal,
A lovers’ kiss.

Music is hanging in the air,
And it reveals its color;
Only for a moment in eternity,
Then it is gone.
The world is common place again.