Breath
In the stillness of a breath,
with sweet release of all that gives
us life eternal, light that flows
through our bodies and our souls,
we have the chance to start again,
to find our center and begin
as if we are reborn and then,
maybe we will give some thought
to where we came from,
who we've been.....
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hope | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| Wonder or Whole Wheat | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| White Sands | 3 | 07/03/2009 |
| Success | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Piece of Me | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Breath | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Love Creates | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| When I Grow Up | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Heart Song | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Energy of Life | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Whispers | 5 | 06/01/2009 |
| Reflections | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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