It

Brightest, like frost, a moister dawn… Did I live in peace? Feel ancient life, forest sanctuary, stone moss? The that do like him soon rising & almost dark, I, insect, fall. (Another Friday, another Magnetic poetry session.)

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Conscious Breathing

Inhale – chest rises – exhale – chest falls – summon new, expel old; repeat. (Haiku written for Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: ┬árise/fall)

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