I stepped into
a gentle circle of pines,
and waited
for the sake of
sacred things
I am
my blood runs
and
my breath makes
a flutter into the air
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I Stepped Into A Gentle Circle Of Pines (September 15, 2010)
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breath,
found poem,
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