It was the hour,
The hour before the dawn,
The dawn of our universe,
The dawn of our space
being born into the
Celestial lap of eternal time.
Nothingness prevailed everywhere
Where anything could exist.
There seemed to be no trace of
Emptiness, for nothing to possess
Nothing to wrap about and
None there to swallow -
Nothing to be swallowed,
A vast expanse of cosmic silence
Prevailed over the strings of
Timelessness and an energetic
non-existence of existence.
It was that hour
When a cosmic moment was
going to trigger a birth -
birth of a desire to be born,
amidst the myriad of songs
of unuttered lyrics
of unsung love
in the womb of eternity.
It was that hour When a cosmic moment was going to trigger a birth - Simply superb poem sir. 10++++
birth of a desire to be born, amidst the myriad of songs of unuttered lyrics of unsung love in the womb of eternity. What a great idea conceived sir? 10+++
When a cosmic moment was going to trigger a birth - birth of a desire to be born, amidst the myriad of songs of unuttered lyrics of unsung love in the womb of eternity. Lovely sharing.10+++
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amidst the myriad of songs of unuttered lyrics of unsung love in the womb of eternity. Lovely sharing.10+++