The winds and breezes
are Earth’s deep breaths
and gusty sighs
her meditation stirs the air and trees,
lifts my consciousness
cools my skin, eases my senses;
and then I’m breathing too.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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