Breathing Time Poem by Cee Bea

Breathing Time



they thought
to much
forgoing their own validity
writhing on the winds
of miracles lost
because no one wanted
to believe

so what was left?
right?
or mundane occurrences
like the seasons
or rising tides
breathing life
across the vastness
of time

Thursday, December 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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