The Breath of the Forest

Ancient Skies

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I sometimes forget to walk within my healing,

boundaries not withstanding 

often preferring

the purity of winter,

the breath of the forest,

and hawk wings balancing

on my shoulders.

Scars?

What scars?

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    Awesome! Inspiring really!

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  2. Thank you so much! Peace to you.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. My pleasure, Nico! Thank you for sharing your writing and photography. 🙏

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  3. Jules says:

    All sky is ancient – all our breathe and thoughts can get lost when flying with hawks.
    Lovely.

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