I am a Breath of Wind on a Still Lake

I am a breath of wind on a still lake
I am the dew drop on the rose, barely hanging on, letting go
I am the soft sigh of a babe at his mother’s breast
I am the rock on the earth floor motionless for eons
I am the heat in the eye of a star, and the deep cold in darkest space
I am the restless wings of a caged bird
I am the sound unheard and imagined in the hearts of the deaf.
I am experience, I am wonder.
Give me Life

Your Yasmeen

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