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room

Space Isn’t Personal

Room for me

Room for you

Room for all

Hearth, heart

And space to

Breath, to stretch

To love to

Eat to seed

To sound to

Cry unbound,

To crave, to crash

And reassemble

In the factory that

Makes each

Day new for

Each and every

One.

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Posted in coping, home, mindfulness, nature and tagged breath, day, factory, personal, poetry, room on September 21, 2011 by Beingeveryday. Leave a comment

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