Tid Bit Poet

Tid Bit Poet

Sunday, 11 June 2017

She

Like a breath of fresh air
So pure in its essence
So true to its origin, to its nature
Grounded
Being, only what it is
Moves around with the flow
With the faith
That life is destined
With a conscious
That I am a breath of fresh air
Nothing more
Nothing less
Giving courage and hope
Laughter and happiness
Along its way
Like the wind carries pollen from one flower to another
Like a breath of fresh air
True to its own presence