Beauty Being Born

Here, within the sweetest sorrow
I sense a sudden glow
as particles of light dance through the air
and I swear, an angel fair

descended from heaven to dance with me
and as one with all infinity
we swirled within a spinning form
of beauty always being born

and over and over, the rhythm repeated
in a dance that is never completed
as here, within this gentle rain
life plays its sweet refrain

? Michaelette ?

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