*To Catch A Breeze*
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first breath- hope
then soar, seeking love
last breath- faith
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a three-line, 3-5-3 syllable count, poem on any aspect of the theme 'air'. It can be on breeze, wind, tornadoes, hurricanes, twisters, breath, or any other topic directly related to air. Creative approaches are welcome. Have fun! :) |
Author Notes
The amazing thing about air is that we can't see it. When we are born we seek it hoping it is there. Then everything good in life seems to emulate it especially love. Love seems to be a force that elevates us and makes us float and defy restraints. It is love of all kinds that makes for a satisfying life. Finally, we breathe our last. And in that last breath is our faith that there is something else to come. It is something that we can't see, but like air, we know it is there.
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