INHALE
I want to grow and mature
in pace with nature.
Feel the heavenly wingbeats of dust,
the independence of an unforced trust.
Inhale, brother, inhale.
Inhale, sister, inhale.
And we will become again.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-10-21 at 21:34
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