Freelance Writer – Novelist – Poet
Inhale
I can’t imagine ever
Feeling like an afterthought
To sit and wait for the tide to roll in
Timing breath with waves
Watching the sun set and rise
Rise and set
Trees live and die; motionless yet breathing
And here I pause
Forlorn and reborn
I gave from my being
You faded with a season
I watch the sand stream
Through my wrinkled fingers
My thoughts drift
Life without you
Monotonous; I smile
Exhale
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deep stuff and rather pleasant. 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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It’s beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Yeah, I tried that “timing breath with waves” deal once. Almost killed me. Still, though, you sure can write ’em. My hat’s off.
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Thank you so much, Ron. 🙂
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This is beautiful!!!!!
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Thank you so much! Have a great day. 🙂
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