Breathe

breatheThis poem is an exercise in creating scenes with strong sensory information.

Breathe.

Fill your nostrils with the smokey scent of your neighbor’s barbecue.

Breathe.

Listen to the rustle of pine needles brushing against each-other in the breeze.

Breathe.

Soak in the starlight slowly spinning in the dark blue sky.

Breathe.

Fill yourself with the peace of knowing the Universe always provides.

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