Still breathing,
freely given.
Much to be thankful for.
Each moment is precious.
Once it’s gone,
it’s gone forever.
No repeats.
No two days are the same.
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"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Still breathing,
freely given.
Much to be thankful for.
Each moment is precious.
Once it’s gone,
it’s gone forever.
No repeats.
No two days are the same.