Breathe Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Breathe



miles of sweet blossoms
thoughts consuming assumptions
which blooms do so yearn

hands holding flowers
recovered moments walking
while awakening

suddenly tossing
circular thinking waning
mind, holding back death

sometime something tires
losing smiles gaining those frowns
try not to blink; breathe!

Breathe
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening,flowers,thought
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Inspired by the word works of Nelson Silva
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