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BREATH

 

 

I am the mist that cools and soothes

parched valleys.

 

I am the iridescence trapped inside fat raindrops

that rehydrate half empty pools

and swell reluctant rivers.

 

I am air,

 

I am breeze,

 

I am the wavelets that play games

in sunlit seas.

 

I am light.

 

I breathe and share my breath -

- I share my very being.

 

I am no ancient Deity.

No God.

No Woodland Sprite.

 

I am Mystery.

 

I am Life.

 

◄ FAITH WITHOUT HOPE - - -OR CHARITY

GOOD MEN AND TRUE ►

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Flyntland

Sat 15th Oct 2022 10:16

Thank you Stephen G, Clare and K.Lynn for your very welcome likes.

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