Air Weaving

Air feeds on itself
Colors circles weave patterns
You who are, my all



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-04-15 at 20:45

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Leaves without leaving keep on giving Take what becomes deadly to you after you are done using it: air and give it back to you(oxygen) ;p thank you for sharing! :)
2014-04-15


Nabeela Altaf
Good write!
2014-04-15