It could be the wrappers across the sky,
the linen that swims during the storm.
It could be the trees that sway by the eventide,
the standing soldier that holds the forte.
And it could be the voices that whistles among the tropicals,
the Angelic hosts we cannot see.
But it is you the Heavens stood still for,
the very hour you drew your first breath!
©qristien
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