Saturday, October 24, 2009

Morning ... a rare poem

the air; such power, such depth, so sharp. 
yet it caresses my cheek
to breathe brings life, fulfillment, and a sharp pain to my nose
I love that feeling, the first morning breath of cold autumn air 

it's a rare opportunity
to be the lamb.
while the Lion caresses you with His air

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