Slow Motion
- Marci Madary
- Apr 5, 2017
- 1 min read
Days so still, life freezes; time unwinds.
Mist hangs like each breath suspended in winter’s air.
Gray clouds obscure yellow light rays that gently warm.
Distant past creeps into the present, chilling hope.
The earth pauses in its orbit, ready to rush into full tilt.
Only to dizzy the world around yet again.
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