Breath
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Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The air holds its breath
and the day is still.
The sun hangs on wire,
stationary. Clouds
and birds wait in awe
for the right to be.
Time has no place here.
This is a moment
born to surround you
as you step, glowing,
back into the scene,
pulling the dead world
to Lazarus life.
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