In every breath we take, a sacred dance unfolds,
A symphony of life, where mysteries are told.
Saint and divine, this act is so pure and true,
Inhaling grace, exhaling love, in every breath we recreate.
With each rise and fall, a miracle is found,
A gift from the heavens high to Earth's fertile ground.
In the breath, we find solace, a pathway to the divine,
A connection to the universe, in every inhale and exhale.
In the silence of each breath, a prayer softly resides,
A whisper of existence, where divinity abides.
For saintly is the act of breathing, in its rhythm and its grace,
A sacred invocation of life, in every breath's embrace.
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Seasons: Love, Life & Fate
PoesieThe thoughts and poems written on this piece of digital paper are just based on my understanding of my surroundings. This is why I hope any of the people who read it, can find comfort or feel understood by these words. More importantly, I want to in...
