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The Breath
Contributed by
invierno
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Sunday, 11th March 2018 @ 11:39:09 AM in AEST
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Inhale.
Slap. Puff. Slap. Puff.
Its there to the left.
Slap. Puff. Slap. Puff.
The dip is coming;
knees, mind...adjust.
Slapuff. Slapuff. Slap. Puff.
Slap- pothole; crunch.
Waves never stop singing.
Wrung to be.
Slap. Puff.
Slap safe.
Safe run. Safe dip. Safe dust.
Slap. Puff.
Sculpted to swim.
Fearing the cost.
Slap- loss. Puff.
A soul cries.
A run will bust.
NO.
Slap, puff. Slap, slap, slap slapslapslap.
Slap Sand, slap Splash; wrung.
Exhale.
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Re: The Breath
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by emystar on
Sunday, 11th March 2018 @ 07:38:02 PM AEST
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I get it
very creative ur
pass it on
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Re: The Breath
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by emystar on
Sunday, 11th March 2018 @ 07:38:05 PM AEST
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I get it
very creative ur
pass it on
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Re: The Breath
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by softerware on
Monday, 12th March 2018 @ 08:03:58 PM AEST
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Tick tick...you have slowed the world down into tiny increments and each segment reminds us to eat life more slowly.
We wolf down the banquet set before us and wonder where time went so swiftly.
In a single breath, living thrives.
The stuff of our lives is in the minutia. Exhale.
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Re: The Breath
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by Durango on
Thursday, 15th March 2018 @ 05:17:17 PM AEST
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| I almost passed out! Fun poem with a good lesson. |
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Re: The Breath
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 01:39:14 AM AEST
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the intensity glimpses of
realness, I would run
like a recluse as a young
man even in the middle of
winter I would don on my
shoes, runners pants
a hat and some gloves
and out I would go
as though something
was bothering my
soul, as it often could
Someone has suffered
I would run for them
Something is unjust
I would run against
it
Slap, Puff, Slap, Puff
starting off cold
coming back wringing
in sweat
No, I would know
nothing has really
much changed,
Breath, Breath,
sometimes it can
be all you can
appropriate
sometimes you
think in greater volumes
when consuming only
air
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