Gushing breeze awaits its break
Fearing not its split or the leaves it may shake
Surrounding all matter halting for none
Spreading Fresh air, deep breathes have begun
Un-suffocating our lungs and minds with ease
Intense forces bellow and then lessen to a breeze
Forcing our acknowledgement once again
From once creating a barrier to now letting it in.
Witnessing its strength yet gentle entirety
Its presence can be mistaken for a relentless entity
Appreciating its beauty through transparency we all must see
Deeply recognizing its existential value, then leaving it be
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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