Rhythm
The soft breeze lifted
an early morning mist
The skies cleared
as the sun appeared
and the earth was kissed
Equal parts of day
shared with the night
who darkens the sky
as we close our eyes
while they fight for the light
A circle of existence
giving life and breath
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Until we meet our death
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Equal
Breeze
Mist
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really nice post
Thank you so much 💕
Such a lovely flow to it. 🙂💞
Thank you dear Punam 🙂💕❤️
My pleasure, dear.❤️
Very profound poem!
Thank you dear Sadje 🙂❤️
Pleasure, Christine.