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Moment

My breath is stolen...

In this moment of perfection.

 

Comfortably seated at the base of this tree.

But, you are missing.

 

As I look up-

The brilliant sun's light

piercing through the limbs and leaves

 

As they sway gently with the breeze

Oh how I wish you could see this...

My spirit embellishes in this..

 

The sounds-

The warmth-

This moment...

is God.

 

The highest power...

Strong enough to make a strong woman

such as myself-

melt.

 

Into the helpless seduction

of such pure peace.

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samantha-page
Canadian
Published
Jul 20, 2013
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