Preserved In My Breath
In motion through all spiritual existence,
my warm, cool, tendrils leave a trail through long distance
under the shadows of the cosmos in peaceful coexistence.
I sigh with devotion, the beauty nature has become with my assistance.
I touch and caress you without any resistance.
I look at creation, a sweet, innocent child, and I love the way it moves.
My Warm, cool, tendrils leave a trail through long distance,
feasting in pristine, faith, and Thanksgiving. Humanity approves.
11/5/2017
Personification
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