Breathe
Breathe
Can you hear me?
Do you see me?
I'm floating on the gentle breeze.
Slowing inhaling what is required to breathe.
Riding on the wind.
It calls for your attention,
within its motion and mention.
Within its time it will ever surely climb.
Breathing in this purity.
Soaking in its stillness.
Shaking off the tension.
It doesn't get any better than this.
Copyright © Sarah Herring | Year Posted 2014
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