the breath we breathe is fleeting
as time ticks closer to the end
we drift
drift into the violent winds with no direction
no sight
blind to the storm ahead of us
until we are lost at sea
and the crippling waves overpower us
sinking into the deep
leaving us searching, with no one in sight
needing more
and one day we will drown into this earth
and the breath we once breathed will be silent
silent but free
~SV
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Author:
Roselyn (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very interesting reflection piece.
The storms seem like they’ll never end but ultimately peace comes regardless.
yes, exactly! sometimes it is through silence one can find the most tranquility!
That peace will come to us all in time but not yet.
We can always find silence within ourselves and still breathe.
Andy
Yes, Completely agreed! 🙂
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