I am held still with awe. The sun's blinding light; not a cloud floating within the sea of blue. The leaves dancing to the whispers of the breeze. The sweet aroma filling my senses. The beautiful crow unfurling his black wings to say "Hello". What a time to be alive! As we pass along its surface, our Earth bids us a fruitful life. Don't you feel it? This sensation? The realization that you are alive. You are breathing by the power of the blood coursing through your veins, pumped by the beating in your chest. A miracle in this vast expanse of... well, everything. Whether you have one or many of these lives, live it to the best of your human ability. Let the world's sights steal your breath. Every second among each other is a gift.
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Author:
Hannabal (
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Beautiful write and so true.
"Every second among each other is a gift."
Thank you very much. I was inspired by a drive through the country side with my family.
What a pleasure to find a poem that celebrates life as this one does so well. Kudos, Hannabal!
I thank you very much Louis.
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