Let It Breathe in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • Feb. 29, 2020, 8:29 p.m.
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It’s another moment to breathe.

Another motive to believe.

Allow for development, a heightening of the senses, without restriction by the sentiment of who you are marrying who you can be.

And so the moment exists.

Let it breathe.

Silence your doubts, and mute the bereaved, not one single teardrop will fall when you’re so skilled to deceive. And so the rhythm surges on amid the shining stars and the cresting waves of all that we weave.

I sit back and expel my lungs.

And inhale the crisp night’s air that somewhere you too do breathe.

I sit back in my wonder.

You are always on my mind.

In my thoughts.

In my wonder.

Now is the time.

Or is now just make believe.

February 29, 2020


Last updated February 29, 2020


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