When she rises, the incense still burns;
a quiet flame against the dark,
while the continuum endures,
unbroken, eternal.
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1) Your poem corroborates my theory that Physics is the basic science. " her mind a boundless realm where phantoms and photons converse……. childbirth, a defiance of entropy" I endorse this as true…
2) I think, the poem should've been named "Chronometers of Feminity".. Top Score. Added to my Favourite Poems