

A New Intake of Breath Small whispers that tug ever so gentlyA New Intake of Breath by ~iMarsZinAtion
in cooing circles--the everglades singing
their chorus at twilight: an enthralling sound
emanating the ethereal glance of One
wondrous love; skies hued by the many
leaves dancing within it's lovely eyes,
billowing to and fro, exalting the Timeless
One, and drunk deeply of the invigorating
draught, that sweet, cool water welled in
a place unlike all others found in the
small tips of frail flower to the boisterous
charge of majestic darkened cloud, fierce in its roar.
Yet, amidst the torrent of water pooling
here and there, The Small, Still Voice calls yet.
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And all things will be made new again.
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And all things will be made new again.
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And all things will be made new again.