Paradise
Where the trees point to the blue clean sky,
where green surrounds every inch of land in sight,
I see miracles that disregard odds.
And I think that there is God
in every three,
in the warm sunlight,
and even in the stars at night.
Ode to breath
Wise man said “We tend to love things we lose”. Maybe this is the reason I’m grieving over the goodbyes I did not choose. Easy come, easy go this is what life is all about. In one instant we are here, in the other we are out. A short time-lapse is our only gift and sin. So I’m appreciating my lungs, their mechanical ability to evolve air and keep me on this magical act that is breathing.
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