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Breath of Beauty

Breath of beauty
My soul tastes her energy
My mind partakes of her essence
Allowing me to merge with her being
And it’s a beautiful thing
To see natural beauty,
Just a breath away from my grasp
She’s an entity living in the air
Even when she leaves,
She will still be here
A part of my memory
Freed to roam through my collective conscience
Dissecting every facet of her beauty
When all is done and said
I am left to marvel that such a wondrous creature
Breathes the same air as me.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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