Breathe fresh air sun rises on warm spring day refreshed in hope
I breathe in fresh dawn of a new day I look back upon the crisp winter morn before my shovel through the snow it breaks I can see where nature between winter’s thaw is torn but I’ll choose the welcome Pacific spray I wanted to share a Fresh opportunity to share your poetry […]
fire can be moved with a subtle air…
If she could breathe fresh air maybe she’d be ok If she could see sky maybe she’d see another day If only people realized she needed something they couldn’t provide Photo by Elena Lagana *http://www.flickr.com/photos/29393867@N07/5017681445/ Every sunday we do a Flash Fiction in 160 characters with Monkey Man. Join us for the fun challenge.