In November Air
To roam the broken space,
and know true love
as one's place beneath the sun,
to know one's home,
as it's true meant, born,
alone, on the firmament,
to know suffering as the gentle teachings
of the Earth,
a push for perfect understanding...
here is the sublime gift of conscious breath:
inhaled.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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