The Breath Poem by Lynde Manley
The Breath
The night is dark,
The room is cool.
I await the breath
That warms my soul.
My eyes close slowly
as the still is broken.
He is near
I await the breath
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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4/26/2024 3:26:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting anticipation set by the repeated line, I await the breath... succinct mystery set in a rather cool setting anticipating the warmth of the breath... leaves the reason unstated subject to the imagination-though suggested by the ambiance.