The touch of sun
on my skin,
the rain
soaking my hair,
my eyes
made tears by the wind;
blue lips,
white snow,
hallowed place,
this to be alive –
gratitude my breath.
ALL WEATHERS
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The touch of sun
on my skin,
the rain
soaking my hair,
my eyes
made tears by the wind;
blue lips,
white snow,
hallowed place,
this to be alive –
gratitude my breath.