Sometimes
When I sit outside
Especially in the spring
It is difficult to tell
Which is breath
And which is breeze
-a.r.
Breeze by Dima Dmitriev
~ by April on May 2, 2014.
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Tags: Attention, Breath, Breeze, Concentration, meditation, Micropoetry, Nature, poetry, Seasons, Spring, Twitter
My breath is the warmer. Smiles.
I am glad of it. Thank you.