Hunting With God
Monday, March 21, 2016
BREATH
A moment without thought.
Here, then gone.
Here, then gone.
A rhythm unnoticed.
When will be the last?
He who knows does not tell.
Here, then gone.
Here, then gone.
What to do with mine?
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