Transient Fire
The Final Exhale- a Haiku
Breath fades, mine since birth.
Life’s heart stream slows. Transient
fire exhales to Earth.
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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