This is a poem I wrote in November about Harry.
On the Breathe
On the breathe he came in
- in a rush of water.
On the breathe he left
- in a rush of water.
In between he breathed in pure love,
harmony, happiness, and joy.
Can you feel the
wind of his breathe on
your cheek?
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Love,
Cynthia
Copyright 2010 Cynthia Neudoerffer
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