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A Breath, A Blow


Inhalation of disaster

time goes faster

Exhalation of the storm

boils the everbrooding thought

Using gifts to take in color

makes the blackness ever bright

in the light

in the dark

and the hardness of the heart

A breath in to steady the sway

a blow out to turn it away

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newman406
<p>A heart that is heavy, can be lifted not</p><p>says the pessimist, the&nbsp;downlooker on life</p><p>but then you see his eyes</p><p>His eyes sparkle and stare at me lovingly,</p><p>he enjoys covering my faces in kisses</p><p>When the dark shroud of the world around overbears on my soul</p><p>he is with me, touching my hand to give comfort</p><p>When I cry, he cries with me</p><p>When I laugh, he is full of glee</p><p>Together we are unstoppable, apart we are in each others thoughts.</p><p>This, is my happiness.</p><p>This, is a good dog.</p><p>My good dog.</p>

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