rhythms poet

to capture, every glance of breath
to breath, that which has left
to waltz a last very labored and awkward step
to wander paths less kept
to trickle down the words off tongue
to love, to give, to believe in happiness......
endless...are tides....rise and  size the world for your longing......tomorrow wings just that, along....love and belong where vacancy spills for you.....

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