Creative Journeys
Poetry and other Creative Expressions
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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When you sleep do you listen
to your breathing
like a star's internal fiery furnace?
When I breath in and out,
out and in,
I am reminded of the way a breeze
carries along the scent of a flower
and disperses it like pollen.
19/01/08
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