image by Rebekah Choat
The slightest breeze can stir my soul
to wonder, longing, joy.
Today the air is dead calm.
~ Rebekah Choat
Dead Calm
Monthly Archives: October 2013
Suspended mid-air
I am a wind chime
suspended, still, mid-air,
waiting for breath.
~ Rebekah Choat
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