Monday, August 16, 2010

Blowing breeze of life*

Blowing breeze of life*

Wind singing her song through the trees
It is something of substance one can see
The life that comes in something that is there
It has such gentleness, caresses with great care
The wind, while it is still there moves again
But it is temporarily here to also begin

Dom*Colucci 2010
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