George's Writing
Breathing In
A sip of wine, a breathe of air, the rush from a kiss, the smell in the night.
Time goes by and I feel its weight, like a block of bricks just begging to brake.
A lovers touch, the suns golden rays, the unknown.
My heart weeps for those who don�t seek. To seek what they need or
What their heart desires.
The rustles of leaves, the sting of a bee, the sound of a whisper.
All hope is not lost, for I do stay. Stay alive to breathe another day,
To say a soft pray, to sing praise.
A brush of the wind, the patter of paws and the whisk of a frog.
I will stay and live another day and remember to breath in.
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