the following poem based upon this image--from online poetry class
Born from the hush before dawn, Beating the pulse of the unseen, Binding dust to living form, Brushed from the mouth of the Eternal, Bearing the weight of our days, Becoming wind through mortal clay, Blessing each fleeting moment.
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